Chapter 295 Mr. Murray and Penelope Cultivated Feelings

The terrifying memories of those four years of imprisonment, like a curse, rushed into Penelope's mind, making her body tremble even more violently.

During those four years, although the people who guarded them had brutally tortured her, they did not attempt to force her again after she had tried to commit suicide once.

Moreover, during those four years, she had Kemp to rely on through life and death. Thinking about what was to come, she was to be imprisoned by this man in a place where the sun never shone, tormenting her day after day...

Penelope wished she could have stabbed him to death.

Also stabbed Pennie to death.

"I won't get in the car! Let me go! You let me go!"

The desire to not completely fall into irretrievable despair was too strong. Even if her hands and feet were tied, Penelope still struggled desperately.

Seeing that it was already this late, and Penelope still dared to misbehave, the man's face darkened. He forcefully shoved her into the trunk of the car.

As the surrounding view grew darker and darker, Penelope's heart also gradually sank into the abyss.

Before she died, she could no longer see Ethan, nor could she see her younger brother, Lyman.

"Ah ah ah!"

Just when Penelope thought the man was about to get in the car and drive away, he suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Immediately, the back door of the van was opened, and the restraints on her hands and feet were quickly undone.

Her body, too, had fallen into a warm embrace.

"Penelope, I'm sorry, I was late."

Everett.

Beside him stood the trembling senior aide, Mr. Dawson.

"You little brat, you actually dared to hit me! Watch how I'm going to kill you!"

Just now, Everett's kick was brutal, causing the man to writhe in pain on the ground for quite a while. Yet, the easy pickings that were within his grasp had slipped into someone else's hands, and he couldn't bear it.

He bravely rose from the ground, intending to severely teach Everett a lesson.

As a competent senior assistant, Dawson naturally couldn't fall behind in terms of agility.

Seeing this ignorant drunkard who actually wanted to teach his own boss a lesson, he immediately dashed over in a cool manner, intending to kick him until he was searching for his teeth all over the ground.

Dawson kicked out valiantly, intending to show off his skills, only to find that he had kicked into thin air.

The man had already been kicked away fiercely by another foot. Immediately after, Lyman rushed up to him and directly stomped on his chest.

The man didn't recognize Everett, but he did recognize Lyman, who often appeared in the media.

By the light of the street lamp, he was able to see Lyman clearly.

Originally, he was inexplicably beaten up and was quite angry about it. Now, upon discovering that the person who beat him up was none other than the famous Mr. Lyman, he instantly deflated.

With a pitiful expression, he began, "Mr. Lyman, what on earth did I do wrong? Please, I beg you, let me go! It really hurts when you hit me like this!"

"You even dared to bully my own sister, Lyman. You're simply courting death!"

Lyman's face, that likable baby face, cooled down, becoming as cold and ruthless as a god of death.

Older sister?

As everyone knew, wasn't Lola the elder sister of Mr. Lyman?

How did it turn into this shameless lousy internet celebrity, Penelope?

Mr. Lyman must have been deceived by this stinky internet celebrity!

The man wanted to make a last-ditch effort, "Mr. Lyman, how could Penelope possibly be your biological sister, she's no good, she..."

Lyman suddenly lifted his foot, and in the next second, he stepped directly on the man's mouth, leaving him unable to speak.

Just beating the man like this didn't satisfy Lyman at all. He thoroughly thrashed him from head to toe, only then did he contemptuously kick him aside with disgust.

The man had already been beaten to the point of exhaling more than inhaling. In the end, he could only whimper lowly, pleading, "Mr. Lyman, spare me..."

In the end, the little life was saved, but there was not a single spot on the body that remained unscathed.

Lying on the ground like a lump of rotten meat, the man had only one thought in his mind.

Pennie screwed him over!

Penelope was Mr. Lyman's elder sister, she actually dared to let him kidnap her and imprison her for life, wasn't she trying to trap him to death!

The more the man hurt, the more he hated. Later, he no longer pleaded with Lyman, but instead kept repeating a name over and over again.

Pennie.

That gritted teeth expression, as if he wished he could flay her alive, drain her of every drop of blood!

"Penelope, how are you feeling now? I'll take you to the hospital," Everett said, seeing blood flowing from Penelope's wrist and her small face swollen. His brows were furrowed and never relaxed.

"Mr. Murray, no need, I have medicine in my small apartment, I'll be fine once I go back and apply some."

Penelope was not used to being held like this by Everett, she struggled to jump out of his arms.

Yet he still held her very tightly, she couldn't break free.

Being held like this by him, she could clearly hear his heartbeat, which made her feel indescribably embarrassed. She cleared her throat and spoke softly, "Mr. Murray, could you please put me down?"

"You're hurt." Everett declared confidently, "Penelope, let me take you up!"

"Mr. Murray, no need! I'm fine, I can walk by myself." Seeing Lyman coming over after dealing with that man, she hurriedly signaled him with her eyes, indicating him to quickly send this big Buddha away.

However, Lyman seemed oblivious to Penelope's plea. He quickly walked over and lightly patted Everett's shoulder, "Everett, I just remembered, my dad needs me for something. Take good care of Penelope tonight!"

Lyman was quite worried about Penelope's health, but he was reassured with Everett taking care of her. Moreover, he had to strive to create more opportunities for them to be alone, so that the brother-in-law he favored could successfully take over.

"Hmm." Everett responded indifferently, "I took care of her."

Lyman was quite satisfied with the performance of his future brother-in-law. He gave a slight nod, noticing that Dawson was still standing there like a wooden post, he stepped forward and unceremoniously slapped him on the back.

"Mr. Lyman, any instructions?" Dawson thought, as the boss's most loyal sidekick, he also needed to establish a good image in front of the boss's future brother-in-law. As he said this, he subtly adjusted his hairstyle.

"Order? Order my foot!" Lyman looked at Dawson with disdain, "You are Everett's special assistant, not a thousand-watt light bulb! What, you're sticking around here, trying to interfere with Everett and Penelope's relationship development?"

Dawson looked pitifully at Lyman, feeling so wronged and innocent. He was clearly just a loyal little helper supporting his boss in pursuing true love, how did he end up being the third wheel that was breaking up a couple?!

Before Dawson could snap out of his self-pity, Lyman had already pulled him aside to his sports car, personally helping his future brother-in-law to fix the light bulb issue.

Penelope stared in astonishment at Lyman's series of magical operations, her doubts growing. Was she recognizing a long-lost brother, or a matchmaker?

Also, Everett seemed determined to help her treat her wounds. It was cold now, and she was dressed warmly, but she had been dragged on the ground by that man just now, and she had been more or less scraped. Not only was her leg slightly broken, but there were also wounds higher up her leg. How was he supposed to handle this as a single man with a single woman?!