Chapter 293 Penelope Made Him Sick with Her Ugliness!

As he pulled Penelope with such force, the scarf around her neck fell off, leaving her small face completely uncovered.

The one who grabbed Penelope was a drunken middle-aged man. His skin was very dark, flushed with red from excessive drinking. Coupled with his greasy face and dirty hands, he looked unspeakably sleazy.

His stature was indeed tall and large, towering half a head above Penelope. Men naturally possess greater strength, and coupled with his physical advantage, when he held her like this, she simply couldn't break free.

In his hand, he was holding a glass of wine, the bottle already opened. He was drinking the wine while pressing against Penelope, his demeanor clearly indicating that he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

"Let me go!"

Penelope frowned in disgust, she didn't like the smell of alcohol, and moreover, the poor-quality liquor that the man was holding had a particularly high alcohol content, it was especially pungent, causing her to cough a few times involuntarily.

The man didn't speak immediately, he just squinted, staring at her with a drunken haze.

After staring at Penelope for a while, he suddenly smashed the wine bottle in his hand onto the ground beside him. He then took out his phone, flipped to a photo, and looked at it over and over again.

Penelope was close to him, she could clearly see the photo of her holding a perfume displayed on his phone screen.

Penelope thought that she could escape while he was looking at the photo.

Who would have known, just as she was about to forcefully break free from him, he pinned her against a nearby wall.

The wall was hard, hitting it made Penelope's back ache terribly. Plus, he was gripping her injured wrist. With a sudden force, the pain was so intense that she couldn't muster any strength.

"What on earth do you want to do?! Let go of me now!"

Penelope knew that in this situation, the more flustered she appeared, the less likely this man would let her go. She could only force herself to calm down and not lose her composure.

Penelope wanted to call the police, but her other hand was also restrained by the man, she simply couldn't free a hand to grab her own phone.

She quickly surveyed the surroundings, at this point in time, outside the residential area, there was absolutely no one passing by.

Moreover, the property management of this community was really irresponsible. Logically, there should have been a guard on duty even at night, but now, there was simply no one in the small house outside the community.

The guard probably didn't know where to sneak off to sleep and slack off!

"Penelope?" The man stared obsessively at Penelope's face, "You are Penelope, aren't you?"

Before Penelope could speak, the man spoke again, "I recognize you! You are Penelope! Penelope, I am your loyal fan, I like you, I noticed you since you first debuted!"

The man stared at Penelope's face, swallowing hard, "Penelope, you are so beautiful! You are even more beautiful in person than in photos!"

The man belched loudly as he spoke.

He seemed to want to see Penelope's face clearly, his face inching forward, almost touching hers.

Penelope certainly didn't want to be so close to a stranger. She quickly turned her face to the side and spoke coldly, "You're drunk! Let go of me!"

Penelope hadn't expected that this man would actually be her fan.

She knew that since she had entered the entertainment industry and planned to make a living from it, she should be kind and friendly to her fans.

But this man, she could tell at a glance that he meant her no good, and she really couldn't be kind to him.

"Let you go?"

The man looked at Penelope, suddenly letting out a strange chuckle, "Penelope, let go of you, who will accompany me tonight!"

"Yes, Penelope, I was your fan. Until tonight, I was indeed your fan, a die-hard fan, a crazy fan! But, ask your conscience, were your actions fair to us fans who love you?!"

"Ask yourself, what on earth have you done?! You had plastic surgery, you became a public figure, and you shamelessly interfered in other people's marriages, even becoming the despised mistress!"

"Penelope, you let down us, your fans who love you! You let me down!"

"The news on the internet was fake, someone was deliberately framing me!" Penelope knew, she couldn't possibly beat this man by force, she could only reason with him.

"I never had plastic surgery, nor did I ever work at Lust Club, and the things between Kemp and me are completely unfounded! You said you're my fan, since you're my fan, you should believe me!"

"Even a murderer is given a chance to defend himself by law. I've been wronged, you shouldn't believe in one-sided statements. Let me go, I'll act as if nothing happened tonight!"

"Trust you?"

The man was murmuring, suddenly letting go of Penelope. As soon as her body was free, Penelope didn't dare to delay and quickly dashed into the community.

The man's movements were faster than hers. He advanced in three strides, taking two steps at a time, and quickly caught up with her.

"Penelope, the photos and videos on the internet are already out, what makes you think I would believe you?!"

The man tightly gripped Penelope's shoulders, viciously pinning her against a nearby wall, "The news has already said it, you're nothing but a mistress, a shameless homewrecker!"

"Pah!"

The more the man spoke, the more agitated he became, "It was my first time being a fan of a celebrity, and I didn't expect to end up idolizing a disgusting chicken! It was even so ugly before plastic surgery!"

"Penelope, do you know, seeing your ugly face before the plastic surgery, I vomited my last night's dinner! You have to, compensate for my mental distress!"

The man curled his lips, staring at Penelope with ill intent. His face, dark with a hint of red, was so greasy it seemed about to ooze oil.

Penelope was not a naive and innocent girl who knew nothing. After hearing this man's words, she naturally understood that the so-called compensation he mentioned was not about giving money or things, but about using her body.

Penelope was on full alert, she tried to move her shoulders, but his strength, as if he was about to crush her shoulders, left her completely immobile.

Penelope was afraid of provoking this man further, fearing he would become even more irrational. She softened her tone, tentatively speaking, "You really have misunderstood me. Could you please let me go so we can talk properly?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?! If I let you go, would you still care about me?! Penelope, I may have been drinking, but my mind is clear!"

"Penelope, I heard you work at Lust Club, is it true that the cheapest service costs only ten dollars?"

As the man spoke, he pulled out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket, "How about selling it to me tonight? I heard you're good at what you do. Tonight, all you need to do is show me your best skills and make me happy. Consider it as compensation for my emotional distress!"

Saying so, the man forcefully stuffed the ten dollars into Penelope's collar.