The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 86

Penelope rolled her eyes. She was here first.

“Penelope, don’t tell me you’re here for lunch?” Rebecca asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Why else would I be here?”

“You can’t just walk into this restaurant and expect a table.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

Zebulon sighed heavily. “Can you please not embarrass yourself here?”

“Even if I did, what business is it of yours?”

“Penelope, this project is never going back to you! And it’s not for any other reason than the simple fact that you’re not capable of handling it!”

Penelope had to agree with him on that. “You’re right. I definitely don’t have your capabilities.”

They couldn’t even see through a simple con.

“Mr. Sullivan, who is this?” the woman asked.

“My… my wife.”

“Really? I was under the impression Ms. Winters was your wife.”

“Her? No, no, she’s not.”

“That’s a shame. You two look quite good together.”

Penelope gave the woman a thumbs-up. Her con skills were debatable, but her eye for people was top-notch.

Zebulon’s frustration was mounting. “Penelope, get out of here now!”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Do you want them to throw you out?”

Just as he said that, a waiter approached.

“Miss, do you have a reservation?” he asked.

“She doesn’t. You can ask her to leave,” Zebulon answered for her.

“If you don’t have one, then I’m sorry,” the waiter said politely.

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