The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 193

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. Simon was clearly a petty man. Having lost their war of words, he was now looking for revenge.

“You organized this bachelor party, so are these girls yours?”

“They’re models from my agency.”

“Your sisters?”

Michael choked back a laugh. That was a joke even they wouldn’t dare make.

Simon’s face darkened another shade. He had clearly lost this round as well.

“But if you’re throwing a bachelor party for Theodore, why did you invite me? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” Penelope asked, turning to Michael.

Michael cleared his throat. “It’s because Theodore refused to come. We had to lure you here first so he’d have no choice but to show up.”

Penelope snorted. “So deceitful.”

No wonder Theodore had sounded strange on the phone. Still, hearing that he hadn’t wanted to come made her feel a little pleased.

Just then, music started blasting through the speakers. The women climbed out of the pool one by one, their bodies glistening with water, and began to dance. Their moves were sultry and provocative, quickly raising the temperature in the room. The men cheered wildly.

“Ms. Laurier, why don’t you get up there and show us a few moves?” Simon taunted, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Penelope scoffed. “I can’t dance.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“So you really can’t? Tsk, tsk. And here I thought Ms. Laurier was a woman of many talents. How else did you manage to capture our Theodore’s heart?”

His tone was dripping with sarcasm, a roundabout way of calling her untalented.

Penelope sighed. “It’s true, I don’t really have any talents. I’d rather not make a fool of myself.”

Simon covered his mouth with his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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