Chapter 286 Penelope Smacked Kemp in the Face with Dirty Money!

Bexley walked in with several friends and, upon seeing Penelope being bullied on the sofa in the room, she was instantly furious. She rushed over and unceremoniously punched Kemp.

Bexley and Penelope had a good relationship, and she also knew about the situation between her and Kemp.

Kemp was a fool, completely deceived by that green tea bitch Pennie. Bexley was already furious enough, but now, he even dared to bully Penelope, she simply couldn't stand it!

"Kemp, let go of Penelope! Who gave you the right to bully Penelope!"

Bexley was shouting and swinging her fists at the same time, unceremoniously aiming for Kemp's face.

Kemp hadn't expected that just as he was about to execute Penelope on the spot, someone would suddenly burst in. Moreover, Bexley, who had a somewhat domineering older sister vibe, didn't hesitate to throw punches at him.

He was caught off guard, taking a direct hit to the face. In an instant, a flame of fury ignited in his eyes.

He still held Penelope's shoulder tightly, "What, I've spent the money, and now I have to give up halfway?!"

"Screw you!" Bexley exploded with a curse, "Kemp, let me tell you, don't think you're great just because you have some stinking money! If you dare to bully Penelope again, I will definitely make you unable to cry!"

"Pah!" Kemp didn't take Bexley's threat seriously at all. "Bully? A woman who sells herself for money, she'd be begging for me to touch her. How is that considered bullying?!"

"Get out!"

Kemp saw that Bexley and the others were still standing in the box. His voice became increasingly cold and terrifying, "What, I paid for pleasure, and you still want to watch?!"

Bexley was so angry that she was panting heavily. It was the first time she had encountered such an unreasonable person like Kemp.

Seeing the deep red on Penelope's wrist, she was extremely anxious.

Noticing a chair nearby, she directly grabbed the chair from the ground and fiercely smashed it onto Kemp.

Kemp was very agile, he quickly dodged Bexley's attack. However, due to his sudden movement, he was unable to continue holding onto Penelope's shoulder, and her body finally gained freedom.

As soon as her body was freed, Penelope pulled at her somewhat disheveled dress and quickly backed away, maintaining a relatively safe distance from Kemp.

Kemp was determined to win tonight, he wouldn't allow Penelope to just slip away.

He took a step forward, intending to pull her towards him.

Bexley, however, firmly shielded Penelope, not giving him any chance to continue bullying her.

Although Bexley was a woman, she had been mischievous since childhood and loved to fight the most. She could barely keep up with a few moves from Kemp.

"Kemp, aren't you done yet?!" Bexley picked up another chair and slammed it down between her and Kemp.

"Kemp, if you dare to touch Penelope again, believe it or not, I will call the police right now and let everyone know who you really are, Mr. Kemp!"

"Also, I just saw your wife Pennie. Do you want me to call her into the box to appreciate your current behavior?!"

Kemp's face slightly changed. He really didn't care about Bexley calling the police, but he was worried that Pennie would get hurt.

Kemp disdainfully glanced at Penelope, then, with an air of cold aloofness, he walked towards the outside of the box.

"Mr. Hunter, halt!"

Kemp hadn't yet reached the box door when Penelope's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He turned around, looking at her with a sarcastic expression, "What, don't want me to leave? Penelope, are you really that eager for me to pay for your services?!"

"Since you feel that way, why did you have to pretend to be a virtuous woman in front of me just now! Your behavior really disgusts me!"

Penelope didn't speak, instead she walked over to the scattered hundred-dollar bills on the ground, squatted down, and quickly picked them up, stack by stack.

Immediately, she walked up to Kemp, step by step, holding a handful of hundred-dollar bills.

"Mr. Hunter, you leave, and don't forget to take your dirty money with you, I, Penelope, find it disgusting!"

Saying this, Penelope used all her strength and fiercely threw all the hundred-dollar bills in her hand at Kemp's face.

Kemp's handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Clearly, he had never imagined that Penelope would dare to slap him in the face with money.

Or rather, he felt that he was entitled to throw money at Penelope, but for her to dare to treat him like this, it was an outrage!

"Penelope!" Kemp gritted his teeth and roared, the veins on the back of his hand bulging rapidly. His demeanor suggested that he wanted to break every bone in her body.

Penelope was not intimidated by his demeanor. She lifted her chin, meeting his furious gaze with neither humility nor arrogance, "Mr. Hunter, I've given you the money. You can spend it on whoever you want! But I, Penelope, don't want a single cent of your dirty money!"

Having said that, Penelope turned around gracefully yet resolutely, unwilling to spare Kemp another glance.

She had never been a fool to be manipulated. If it had been Kemp, with whom she had once shared life and death, she would never have had the heart to slap him in the face with dirty money. But the man in the box at that time was no longer that Kemp, but a devil who could not distinguish right from wrong, black from white.

He bullied her, insulted her, hurt her, he threw dirty money in her face, and naturally, she had to reclaim it with pride!

Kemp stared unblinkingly at Penelope's thin yet stubborn silhouette, the thick ink in his eyes quickly churning, growing deeper and deeper, as if countless black holes were converging.

He didn't want to let Penelope off so easily, but he couldn't possibly execute Penelope on the spot in front of so many people.

His eyes held an unfathomable complexity. In the end, he spoke, word by word, as if Satan himself was claiming a life.

"Penelope, you will regret this!"

After saying this, Kemp didn't linger for a moment. He turned around and walked out of the box with an air of indifference.

Penelope laughed, regretting...

So many people, they all liked to throw this harsh sentence at her, saying she would regret it. But she was also curious, who would be the one to regret in the end!

As soon as Kemp stepped out of the box door, Pennie, who was hiding on the side, saw him.

She hadn't expected that the numerous media outlets she invited hadn't arrived yet, and halfway through, a group led by Bexley suddenly appeared.

Penelope was so lucky that Pennie was grinding her teeth in envy.

But she had always been a woman of ideas. Even if she couldn't catch Penelope and Kemp red-handed in front of the media, she could still make Penelope the universally despised mistress!

She quietly pinched a USB stick in her hand. The video of Penelope and Kemp entering the box one after the other, she had already got it!

What would a single man and woman do in a private room?!

Even if they hadn't really had an affair, as long as she released some more ambiguous and unsightly photos to guide public opinion, and bought some negative publicity against Penelope, Penelope wouldn't stand a chance to turn things around!

With that thought, Pennie pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Penelope, I was waiting to see you, reduced to mud, covered in filth, buried for a lifetime in the abyss!