Chapter 153 Kemp, Apologize to Penelope!

After saying this, Madelyn also sent a tender and affectionate glance at Everett.

This time, Everett's gaze finally fell on Madelyn's face.

Seeing him look at her, Madelyn also forgot her own persona of being a tomboy and a genuine person. She coyly half-lowered her eyelids, more shy than a lily in the wind.

"Mr. Murray......"

Everett suppressed his intense stomach discomfort, and spoke calmly, "What, they didn't use Penelope as the spokesperson, but you?"

Madelyn looked at Everett with a face full of surprise and delight. Originally, she had done so much today just to get some benefits from Pennie and Lola. She really didn't expect that such a great fortune would fall on her.

Of course, she couldn't directly say, "Use me, use me as the spokesperson for Throne."

She could only open her mouth shyly, "Mr. Murray, you're so naughty."

Everett's face darkened. If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would have thrown up already.

Yet Madelyn remained oblivious to the disdain she was receiving. She flirted with Everett, batting her eyelashes at him, "If I could earn Mr. Murray's favor, I would certainly not let you down."

Everett didn't speak immediately, instead, his gaze slowly fell on Madelyn's feet.

The floor of the hall was covered with a thick carpet. They had just auditioned barefoot, leaving their shoes in the cloakroom. Therefore, even though the audition was over, she was still barefoot.

Seeing Everett staring at her feet, Madelyn felt increasingly delighted and shy.

She subtly moved her foot, silently beckoning Everett with her body language.

She thought that he had been staring at her so intently for so long because he was captivated by her beauty.

She was torn, contemplating whether to stage a fall or something, to have an intimate encounter with him, to make him increasingly unable to resist her. His voice, laced with ruthless sarcasm, then reached her ears.

"The spokesperson for Throne was barefoot, not a charcoal-roasted pig's trotter!"

Charcoal-grilled pig's trotters?!

Madelyn stared at her foot with a look of embarrassment. When did her foot turn into a charcoal-roasted pig's trotter?!

She admitted that she was a bit tanned, but to say her feet were like charred pig's trotters was a bit too much, wasn't it?

But Madelyn dared not say this. She could only endure the sneers of the female stars around her, and awkwardly sat back down in her seat.

Pennie inwardly cursed Madelyn as a fool. Now, she could no longer rely on Madelyn to bring down Penelope, she had to take matters into her own hands.

She stood up, turning to Everett with a lively expression, "Mr. Murray, please don't misunderstand, Penelope is a good girl, she definitely didn't take my bracelet on purpose, I believe her, please don't revoke her endorsement qualification!"

"As for Penelope being kept, I believed she must have had her unspeakable difficulties. She really was a good person."

Penelope simply couldn't bear to see Pennie putting on such a strenuous act. She coolly lifted her eyelids and spoke indifferently, "Pennie, is it fun to frame me over and over again?"

"Penelope, what are you saying? How could I possibly frame you? I was just afraid that Mr. Murray would revoke your endorsement. I truly care about you," Pennie said, looking genuinely aggrieved. "Penelope, even if you really did steal my bracelet, I wouldn't mind. I just hope that you won't misunderstand me in the future."

"Penelope, I sincerely hoped that you would get better and better, you were always my best friend, Pennie."

"My best friend..." Penelope began, drawing out her words, "Pennie, if the so-called best friend is someone who, when I'm not prepared, lets someone stuff that inexplicable sponsorship agreement and your bracelet into my bag, framing me for being kept and for stealing, then I, Penelope, really can't afford such a best friend!"

"Penelope, what did you say?!" Pennie's long eyelashes were full of teardrops, trembling, making her look even more pitiful. "Penelope, how could you maliciously speculate about me like this!"

"I had absolutely no idea about any sponsorship agreement, how could I possibly have stuffed such a thing into your bag!"

"Also, my bracelet, it was a gift from my grandmother. It's so important to me, how could I possibly use it to harm others casually! Penelope, I considered you as a friend, you can't hurt me like this on purpose!"

"Pennie, have you had enough of acting?" Penelope really had no patience to deal with Pennie anymore. She glanced at the time on her phone. Ethan's kindergarten was about to finish, she had to rush to pick up Ethan.

"Pennie, if I had really signed a maintenance agreement with someone else, I wouldn't be foolish enough to carry the contract in my bag every day."

"Penelope...."

Not giving Pennie any chance to continue acting, Penelope then spoke, "Pennie, for this endorsement audition, knowing that you and Lola would come, I knew, today, wouldn't be so smooth."

"You wouldn't let me off the hook! I knew full well that you wouldn't make things easy for me, so why would I give you the chance to frame me?"

"If it weren't for the certainty that there was a camera in the cloakroom, I really wouldn't have had the guts to casually leave my bag in there while trying on clothes in the fitting room, waiting for you guys to set me up! Pennie, there's no camera in the fitting room, but there is one in the cloakroom. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance video!"

Upon hearing Penelope's words, Pennie's face changed drastically.

She thought that the cloakroom was quite a secluded place, she really hadn't expected there to be a camera inside.

If the video from the cloakroom was really released, everything she meticulously designed would be ruined. Both she and Lola would have no chance to be the spokespersons for the Throne!

And if efforts were made to prevent that video from being released, even if Penelope was truly innocent, after all, the items were found in her bag, the majority of people would still believe that Penelope was a thief. Her reputation would be ruined.

"Enough, Penelope!" The mere thought of what Penelope had just said about not wanting someone she looked down upon, even if they gave her a million or ten million a month, made Kemp feel uncomfortable all over. Seeing her still unrepentant, he was even more furious to the point of wanting to kill.

"Penelope, dirty is dirty, cheap is cheap. Even if you desperately try to act noble, it won't change the filthy truth about you!"

Looking at Penelope's slightly reddened eyes, Everett's heart suddenly felt as if it had been slashed by a knife.

He gently pressed his chest, the extreme discomfort made him unable to resist the urge to do something.

With straight long legs striding out, the man in the well-tailored suit walked step by step towards Kemp.

"Mr. Kemp, I heard of your brilliance at a young age, but seeing you today, it's just as I expected!"

A brief silence, two men of almost equal demeanor, as if engaged in a silent contest.

On Everett's extremely noble face, a touch of irresistible dominance was painted, "If Penelope is truly innocent, I demand you to apologize to her!"