The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 195

Zebulon was clearly exaggerating. A man like Theodore would never have given him the time of day, let alone invited him to his wedding.

But Zebulon seemed utterly convinced, his arrogance growing with every word.

“Don’t you dare think Stone Group will fall apart without you. You overestimate your importance. Just you wait. I’m going to take this company to a whole new level.”

“I, Zebulon Sullivan, may have been content to be in your shadow before, but from now on, everyone will see what I’m truly capable of! Especially you, Penelope. You’re going to find out just how powerful I can be.”

His words were so childish that even a drunk person with an average IQ wouldn’t have said them.

Penelope crossed her arms, waiting for him to dazzle her. Instead, after a few more boasts, he swayed, stumbled backward, and landed on his butt.

“You think you’re so great? I fooled you for six years with one lie after another! Everyone says you’re so smart, but to me, you’re just a gullible, foolish, arrogant woman.”

Penelope sighed. It was early, and her mood had been perfectly fine until this waste of space decided to provoke her.

But he was about to find out the consequences of his actions.

“Zebulon, do you know what you look like to me right now?”

“What?”

“A dung beetle. Covered in filth, stinking up the place, and utterly disgusting.”

“You…”

“What does a dung beetle have to be so proud of? Is he hoping people will admire him for eating his fill of shit?”

“Penelope…”

“Actually, you’re worse than a dung beetle. At least it has the self-awareness to know it stinks and stays away from people. But you? You parade your filth around and spray it everywhere.”

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