The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 152

Penelope smiled sweetly. “So, are we still allowed to have careers in Orenth?”

“Penelope, I was just joking with you, cuz!”

“What a hilarious joke.” Her smile remained, but her eyes were cold as she turned to her mother’s grave. “Why is there a dirty shoe on my mother’s headstone?”

Chasel shot a sharp glare at his father. Mr. Lancaster scrambled over and snatched the shoe away.

“And there are footprints,” Penelope continued.

Mr. Lancaster immediately started to wipe the stone with his sleeve.

“I think your tongue would do a better job.”

“Penelope, you can’t ask him to—”

“And all this spit,” Penelope interrupted, her gaze sweeping over the Lancasters. “Whoever spat on it can lick it off.”

A stunned silence fell over the group.

“You’re going too far, child! We are your elders!” Grace Lancaster shouted.

“Chasel,” Penelope said, ignoring her and fixing her cousin with a pointed look. “It must have been quite a climb to your position as general manager, given your intelligence.”

Chasel’s jaw clenched. The threat was unmistakable: do as she says, or Theodore will fire him.

“Let’s not mix family matters with business, shall we?” he said, forcing a smile.

“A fair point,” Penelope nodded, then added, “But why should I be fair to you?”

“I—I’m your cousin…”

“Don’t make me laugh! Are you worthy? Do you know who I am now? I’m the future lady of Zenith Group. You’re not even in my league!”

“Don’t be so arrogant.”

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