The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 312

A humorless smile touched Penelope’s lips. “Chasel wants ten million from me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means if I give him ten million, he’ll break his deal with you and disappear.”

“He… he wouldn’t dare!”

“You’re offering him two million. I’m offering ten. Don’t you think that’s worth breaking a deal for?”

“You agreed?”

“I’d do anything to wipe that smug look off your face.”

“Penelope!”

“Angry? Well, what can I say? I have the money.”

Zebulon hung up in a rage. Penelope scoffed and waited.

Sure enough, a moment later, Chasel called.

“Hey, my dear sister. I really do value our sibling bond, but Zebulon just offered me eleven million. Our bond isn’t worth a million, is it?”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you twenty million.”

“Twenty million? Are you serious?”

“It’s only twenty million.”

“I feel like this is a trap.”

“You know the history between me and Zebulon. I’d rather burn my money than see him happy.”

“And what about us? Will you make us happy?”

“I… I can’t do anything to you.”

“Haha! Not so tough now, are you? Your past is a stain you can never wash away. As long as we’re alive, that stain will always be there. And what can you do about it? You can’t kill us. You don’t have the guts! So you have no choice but to give in and beg us for mercy!”

“I’m begging you. Please have mercy. Let me go.”

“Hahaha!”

Chasel’s laughter boomed through the phone, his ego soaring.

He didn’t agree immediately, though. After he hung up, Penelope guessed he was going back to Zebulon to leverage a better deal.

A moment later, a text from Zebulon came through.

[Penelope, this could be a win-win, but you seem determined to make it a bloodbath.]

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