Hans' face went ashen as he watched the video. He lunged for the phone, but Penelope was too quick for him.
She slipped it back into her pocket. “If I were to post this online…”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Then everyone would see the Bishop family for who you truly are. A pack of snarling ghouls, as repulsive as you are terrifying.”
Hans was practically hyperventilating with rage. He couldn’t believe that after decades in the business world, weathering countless storms, he was being cornered by this young woman.
“I said it before, if I go down, I’m taking him with me—”
“Fine. Go tell him,” Penelope said with a shrug.
“How can you be so calm? You—”
“You and I both know that hypnosis is a temporary fix. He’ll remember eventually. Since that’s inevitable, I’ll be there to help him through the hardest time of his life. But you? How many years do you have left? Are you sure you want to spend them in disgrace, with your legacy in tatters?”
Confidence radiated from Penelope as she spoke, but inside, her heart was racing. She was terrified of Hans telling Theodore the truth, afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle it. And with the roar of the excavators in the background, Donald was still standing under one of those massive steel arms. If anything were to happen…
“What do you want from me?” Hans finally choked out, his voice laced with defeat. “What will it take for you to call him off?”
The knot in Penelope’s chest finally loosened.
She met his gaze. “You slapped me once, and you hit me ten times with that belt.”
“And?”
“Let me return the favor.”
“Impossible!” he sputtered. “I-I’m an elder! To be struck by someone your age… I’d never be able to show my face in public again!”
“Then I guess we tear down the house.”
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