Chapter 222 Mr. Zackary Personally Sought Justice for Penelope!

Pennie was completely stunned.

Was stunned by the stench.

Watching Kemp approach to pick her up, Pennie felt both embarrassed and wronged. She let out a cry and began to sob uncontrollably.

Logically, under such circumstances, the assistants should have stepped in. But at the moment, Pennie smelled so bad and was so disgusting that they simply couldn't muster the courage to approach her.

They tacitly feigned anxiety, directing the security guards nearby to apprehend the man who had just dumped manure on Pennie.

"Ink..."

Pennie was sobbing uncontrollably, crying so hard that she could hardly catch her breath, and she threw herself into Kemp's arms.

Kemp had also experienced many trials and tribulations, but this was the first time he had faced such a situation, and he really didn't know how to react for a moment.

Seeing Pennie rushing towards him, tears and snot streaming down her face, he had only one thought in his mind.

Stayed away from the dung.

Kemp instinctively dodged, causing Pennie to miss. She was wearing nearly 20 centimeters high heels, and with this stumble, she fell directly onto the ground.

With such a fall, she smelled even worse.

Kemp reached out his hand, feeling that in this situation, whether it was because Pennie was his beloved girl, or simply out of gentlemanly manners, he should help her up from her disheveled state.

However, she really smelled so bad that he didn't have the courage to touch her hand.

"Ink, it hurts so much..."

Pennie's pitiful voice reached Kemp's ears, her sweet little face also carrying a habitual look of pitifulness. However, when she usually made this expression, it might have been somewhat pitiable. Now, with her body covered in filth, this expression only seemed incredibly ridiculous.

Kemp furrowed his brows, he was just about to ask Jaxson to help Pennie up when a group of journalists with video cameras and cameras rushed towards them.

Seeing Pennie lying on the ground covered in filth, the reporter didn't hesitate and began frantically pressing the shutter.

Even if no news could be dug out from Pennie tonight, it would still be a huge news to capture a female star covered in dung.

"Stop filming! You all stop filming!"

Pennie was most concerned about her image, how could she tolerate these reporters capturing such an ugly side of her.

She didn't care about her aching ankle, she struggled to get up from the ground, lunging forward without any grace, trying to snatch the thing from the reporter's hand.

The reporters were afraid that their expensive cameras would get smeared with the stinky stuff. After taking a few photos, they quickly retreated, maintaining a relatively safe distance from her.

"Ms. Rogers, were you splashed with manure?"

"Ms. Rogers, what would you like to say about those reports from Linlyn about you? Did you really acquire Linlyn citizenship?"

"Ms. Rogers, what exactly is your relationship with that tycoon? Was Mr. Hunter truly your only man?"

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"Get out! All of you, get out! Stop filming! I beg you, stop filming!"

Pennie forcefully covered her face, she really couldn't bear the thought of her disheveled state being captured by the media. However cunning she was, at this moment, she couldn't think of a good way to turn the tables.

No matter what efforts she made at that time, it couldn't change the fact that she, so stinky, had been splashed all over with foul-smelling feces!

"Mr. Hunter, did you know about Ms. Rogers' past with that tycoon? Didn't you mind her actively pursuing the tycoon?"

Pennie was so uncooperative during the interview that the reporters turned their cameras to Kemp. Kemp's brow furrowed more and more severely. Eventually, he spoke up, annoyed, "Get out!"

The reporters particularly wanted to dig up more information, they were not willing to leave just like that. But thinking about a previous incident where a magazine company secretly photographed Mr. Kemp, and was later brutally turned into a pig farm by him, the reporters did not dare to risk their own magazine company being shut down, and annoy him. They hurriedly took a few unflattering photos of Pennie and scattered away.

"Ink..."

As soon as the reporters left, Pennie cried even harder, her tears falling non-stop, like a burst dam on the Yellow River.

"Kemp, I didn't do those things! Someone is framing me! Kemp, you must not be fooled by others! Kemp, please, will you believe me?"

Pennie said, reaching out to grab Kemp's hand again.

Kemp instinctively took a step back, pressing his nose in disgust, "Penny, I'll have Jaxson take you home, you need to rest!"

After saying this, Kemp went straight across the street.

Mr. Jaxson, the senior special assistant, was on the verge of tears. He weakly pointed to his own nose, wondering why he was always the one to smell the stench.

He really, really didn't want to smell the stench.

But he didn't dare to say this. He could only hold his nose and respectfully asked Pennie to get in the car.

Silently cracking open the window for some air, Jaxson thought with a touch of sadness, should he ask the boss for a car change soon?

Under the same starlight, Samuel stood tremblingly in front of the cold and lonely Zackary. He organized his words for a while before he tentatively spoke, "Boss, Mr. Murray just registered a Twitter account. He's only been registered for an hour, and he already has millions of followers."

"Get to the point!"

Samuel swallowed weakly, then spoke, "Boss, Mr. Murray posted a tweet."

"He said, she's not a shoe-faced girl, not a traitor, she's the best girl in the world."

Samuel quietly observed Zackary's face, noticing it had darkened, his voice had weakened considerably, "After posting this tweet, Mr. Murray also mentioned Ms. Sullivan."

Zackary remained utterly still, yet inexplicably, Samuel felt a chilling, earth-shattering sensation.

Samuel silently wiped off a cold sweat, the boss who was provoked by the love rival was terrifying, as if he wanted to eat people!

Samuel was worrying that he would be brutally eaten by the fierce boss, when he suddenly heard his own boss laughing joyfully.

Samuel was disheveled in the wind, had the boss been driven mad by a romantic rival?

"Ethan was my son."

Zackary's voice, it was one full of triumph, like a spring breeze. Without him saying much, Samuel had already understood the profound meaning in his words.

The children were already born, the eldest had already taken the initiative. When provoked by a love rival, the eldest remained very calm.

The composed Zackary suddenly furrowed his brows, "They said, who has a face like a shoe heel?"

Suddenly feeling a gust of cold wind, Samuel immediately tensed up, "Boss, they said it was Ms. Sullivan! But after my judgment, they must be blind! Ms. Sullivan is so beautiful, how could she possibly have a horse face!"

The sudden chill on Zackary's body dissipated, leaving only the caress of the spring breeze.

"Indeed, Penelope is beautiful," Zackary softened his gaze unusually, "I have good taste."

Samuel stood there, dumbfounded. Was this really his boss, the one who was as deep and terrifying as if he had been carved out of millennia-old ice?

The man in love, he wasn't human!

"Where was Pennie?"

Samuel quickly reported, "The person we were looking for has successfully made her the first female star to be splattered with dung. She will definitely dominate the headlines of major news outlets tomorrow."

"It's not enough!" Zackary lazily and coldly tapped the table with his finger, "Take her to South Lake, tonight I will personally seek justice for Penelope!"