Chapter 182 Penelope, Unable to Wash Away the Filth!

What did she take him, Zackary, for?!

Zackary's handsome face instantly darkened, as if a city was about to be crushed under ominous clouds.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, and in those star-like eyes, it completely turned into a night without any light.

"Penelope, did I, Zackary, disgust you that much?!"

Penelope wanted to say, what disgusted her the most was not you, Mr. Spencer, but those lingering memories.

But the turmoil in her stomach was just too intense, she couldn't utter these words.

Penelope's stomach was already terribly weak. She hadn't eaten anything last night or this morning, she simply couldn't bear it.

There was nothing in her stomach, what she vomited out was just some gastric acid, and in the end, there were traces of blood.

"Penelope, you spoke to me!"

Zackary abruptly stood up, intending to harshly reprimand Penelope, this heartless woman, when he noticed the trace of blood on the corner of her lips.

His pupils suddenly constricted, "Penelope, how could you be coughing up blood?! Where do you feel unwell?!"

Zackary stepped forward, pulling Penelope tightly into his arms. His eyes welled up with unbearable pain as he stared unblinkingly at her pale face.

Before, she pretended to have late-stage stomach cancer, acting pitiful in front of him. Indeed, she had faked vomiting blood, but this time, it couldn't possibly be a pretense.

She had been sparring with him for so long, there was no way she could have had the chance to stuff a blood bag into her mouth.

"Mr. Spencer, please let go of me, I just feel a bit sick to my stomach."

She had told Zackary about her stomach cancer more than once, but he didn't believe her, so she didn't bother to mention it again.

Zackary didn't let go of Penelope, he was still staring intently at the corner of her lips stained with blood.

Fortunately, she didn't vomit much blood. It was probably because her stomach was not good and she hadn't eaten anything, so the vomit had traces of blood. Or, it could be that her throat or mouth was damaged, causing the blood streaks.

Seeing her in this state, Zackary's heart ached with every throb. But when he thought about how she was so disgusted by him that it made her stomach upset, and she wouldn't even eat the food he cooked, his heart was instantly filled with boundless anger.

"Penelope, you woman, hurry up and eat!" Zackary was so angry that he wanted to feed her himself, but he felt that feeding a woman who found him disgusting seemed somewhat humiliating.

The noble and aloof Mr. Spencer couldn't swallow his pride.

In the end, he still served her a bowl of corn mush with a faint sweetness, placing it in front of her.

Penelope didn't have any psychological aversion to the corn mush, nor did she want to continue upsetting her stomach. She picked up the bowl and began to sip it slowly.

Having something in my stomach indeed made me feel much better.

Soon, Penelope had finished a small bowl of sweet corn porridge. Her stomach was still somewhat empty, so she served herself another bowl and drank it leisurely.

Watching Penelope obediently sipping her sweet corn porridge, the hostility in Zackary gradually dissipated.

Even he himself didn't realize how gentle he looked at that moment, with his lips curving up uncontrollably.

Zackary had never liked drinking this overly sweet corn porridge, he only made it because Penelope liked it.

Now, seeing her eat so sweetly, as if possessed, he also served himself a bowl of corn mush.

Hmm, maybe he was feeling a bit sweet today, he actually thought that this sickly sweet corn mush didn't seem so disgusting.

Even, he couldn't help but think, if Penelope could always be this well-behaved, he thought, he would be willing to reconsider their relationship.

Even if the hatred in his heart could never be forgotten in his lifetime, he could still numb himself with fleeting sweetness.

Zackary was a busy man, after eating, he didn't linger in Penelope's small apartment.

After he left, Penelope finally found some peace. She took a bath, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wash away the filth from herself.

The heart was tainted, no amount of water, no matter how good the shower gel, could wash it away.

In the afternoon, Dawson called her, saying that he had finalized the contract. He was downstairs in the community, waiting for her to come down and sign the contract.

Penelope thought that due to the unpleasantness between her and Everett, Throne would no longer use her as their spokesperson. Unexpectedly, Dawson brought the contract so readily.

Penelope carefully reviewed the contract, made sure there were no traps, and then signed it.

Her psychological price for the endorsement fee was one million. She thought that Throne would push the price even lower, after all, Throne was too popular, and her status was too low.

Unexpectedly, her endorsement fee on the contract was actually ten million!

Penelope felt somewhat elated, now she could return quite a bit of money to Zackary.

She actually didn't like the complicated entertainment industry very much, but now, more than half of her was already immersed in it. No matter how much she disliked it, she had to strive to make a place for herself in the entertainment industry.

Only by becoming stronger and stronger could she earn more money, pay off her debt to Zackary as soon as possible, and provide a better life for Ethan.

Only when she had risen higher and gained a certain status, could she deliver a fatal blow to people like Lola, Pennie, and Linda!

Penelope really thought that the Murray Group was exceptionally generous and straightforward.

She heard that celebrities usually get paid in installments for endorsing brands.

But on the night she signed the contract, she received a huge transfer of ten million on her bank card.

The Murray Group even undertook her taxes for her.

Counting the zeros in her mobile bank account over and over again, Penelope was over the moon.

She thought to herself, she must perform well and not let the Murray Group waste money on her.

Later on, she had to ask Zackary for his bank card number, she had to transfer money to him.

Free from debt, she felt at ease even in death.

After school, Ethan was picked up directly by Xavier's people and taken to Xavier's villa.

Penelope felt quite guilty for always asking Xavier to look after Ethan. She planned to go to the supermarket to buy some good ingredients and cook dinner at Xavier's villa, so they could all eat together.

She hadn't even left the house when her phone began to ring urgently.

Seeing that it was the private detective she had hired who was calling her, she quickly picked up the phone.

"Ms. Sullivan, you asked us to track Miss Lola and Mr. Ralph, today, we made progress."

"Tonight, the two of them went to the Crown Club together. We received your money, but we cannot afford to offend the Hilliard family and the Hunter family. We can only provide you with their whereabouts. We hope for your understanding."

Penelope hadn't expected the private detective to do more. After all, there were some things that she felt more comfortable doing herself.

She rummaged through her drawer and pulled out the pinhole camera she had prepared long ago, casually tossing it into her handbag.

The filth between Lola and Ralph, she had known about it years ago.

She also knew that the two of them were still maintaining a physical connection.

The man and the woman, it was such a trivial matter. They had arranged to meet in a private room that night. What could they possibly do!

Didn't Lola repeatedly want to shoot that kind of video that would ruin her reputation?!

Today, she repaid in kind, watch how she, Lola, turned the tables!