The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 230

“Dad, the coffee is getting cold. Could you go get a fresh pot?” Penelope said, looking at Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Johnson, still giddy from being called ‘Dad,’ quickly agreed. “Of course, of course. I’ll go right now.”

He hurried out with the teapot, but once he was in the hallway, his head cleared. She had sent him away on purpose.

“Please, have a seat,” Penelope said, gesturing for Hans to sit. She took a seat on the sofa opposite him.

“Carson told me you’re very capable and that he plans to hand over KINY Group to you one day. I, for one, don’t see it,” Hans said, his tone still dismissive.

“Perhaps you need a new pair of glasses.”

“Are you saying I have poor judgment?”

“Are you sure you don’t find me even the slightest bit familiar?”

Penelope watched as Hans studied her again at her words, but it was clear he didn’t recognize her.

“My name is Penelope.”

“Hah. Is that a name I should know?”

“No.”

Penelope lowered her gaze, a bitter smile touching her lips. It seemed she hadn’t left even a single trace in his life.

“Two years ago, our Bishop Group opened a university for the elderly, but it has been operating at a loss, especially in the last two months. If you were in charge, how would you save this project?” Hans asked, a smirk on his face, as if he expected nothing from her answer.

Penelope scoffed internally. He was testing her, trying to gauge her abilities while looking down on her from the start.

“If I were the decision-maker, I would shut down the university immediately to cut our losses!”

Hearing this, Hans gave her a look of pure disdain.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

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