The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 97

Well, that was fast. Mrs. Sullivan had suddenly remembered she liked fish stew.

“Are you talking to me?” Penelope asked, pointing to herself.

Mrs. Sullivan’s smile faltered slightly. “Of course I’m talking to you, dear.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I still have to clean up this pile of ‘junk.’” Penelope brushed Luna’s hands away and bent down to start sorting through her things.

Mrs. Sullivan leaned against the doorframe. “No rush. You finish up. We’ll wait for you.”

Trying to curry favor but still too proud to get her hands dirty?

Penelope smirked and, while sorting through her belongings, pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Lilian, it’s me.”

“Penelope! I was just about to call you. I was worried I’d seem too opportunistic.”

“Not at all.”

“I can’t believe you’re at KINY Group now, and in charge of the mall project, no less.”

“I remember your company was very interested in that project, weren’t you?”

“Not just then. We’re still interested. Very, very interested. Penelope, if you give us a chance, I will personally come to your house and build a shrine to you.”

“We’ve decided not to move forward with Stone Group on this…”

“Hey, hey, what are you saying? What do you mean, not moving forward?” Mrs. Sullivan, who had been leisurely watching Penelope crawl around in the dirt, shot upright at those words.

“Penelope, let me take you to dinner tonight,” Lilian said, quick on the uptake.

“As long as it’s not fish stew.”

“Fish stew? Forget that. I’ll treat you to the best steak and lobster in town. Anything you want.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just that the very mention of fish stew today makes me want to vomit.”

“Should I come pick you up?”

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