Chapter 411 Lola, the Intentional Murderer!

Penelope's head exploded, momentarily robbing her of the ability to think.

Her eyes, too, suddenly widened. She could never have imagined that Everett would suddenly say such words to her.

Everett had been truly good to her, and besides, she had already agreed to marry him. His demands, in fact, were not unreasonable.

How many men and women had already crossed that boundary without any engagement, just like her and Zackary did back then.

However, giving herself to Everett...

Penelope really couldn't do it.

She had agreed to marry him, but still kept him at a distance of a thousand miles, which was too hurtful. Penelope had been hurt before, so she didn't want to become a heartbreaker, hurting others so ruthlessly.

Penelope slowly closed her eyes, constantly telling herself that she couldn't refuse Everett's.

But her body was just too honest. As soon as Everett held her, her body had already completely stiffened into a stone, a silent protest and rejection.

Zackary, standing at the door, failed to notice Penelope's physical rejection of Everett. All he saw was their apparent closeness, and Everett had even said such things to her. Clearly, she seemed to have accepted it willingly.

Zackary clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He felt that he, at that moment, was ridiculously pathetic.

What was he now, really?

A husband who caught his wife cheating? A boyfriend who was cuckolded?

No, he wasn't.

But he clearly wasn't, yet at this very moment, he felt even worse than if he had discovered his wife was cheating on him.

He was madly desperate to rush in, to fiercely snatch Penelope from Everett's arms, to tell her, "Penelope, you are mine!"

And then?

And then he, Zackary, would become the biggest joke in Penelope's heart!

She didn't love Zackary at all, yet he was insanely jealous. How ridiculous he was!

Moreover, he didn't have the courage to rush in.

What he feared most was that, even after he had stormed in and made harsh threats, she still refused to leave Everett. Worse still, she would nestle in Everett's arms and disdainfully say to him, "Zackary, you're nothing!"

In her, Penelope's heart, he, Zackary, was nothing!

The more he thought, the more embarrassed he felt. Zackary turned stiffly and began to walk step by step towards the end of the corridor.

It was truly amusing, that arrogant Zackary, it turned out, also had times when he was afraid, times when he dared not face reality.

He would rather flee in disgrace, out of sight, out of mind, than face his Penelope, who unhesitatingly threw herself into another man's arms, and then told him that she didn't care for him at all, she had never loved him.

It seemed as if, as long as he didn't continue to watch, didn't interrupt them, they had never really been that intimate. In her heart, there could still be some affection for him, Zackary.

When did Mr. Zackary, who once shone brilliantly and was admired by all, become so humble?

Penelope and Everett really didn't break through that line of defense.

She had been relentlessly convincing herself that she should accept Everett, but when his lips descended, she couldn't help but turn her face away.

She knew, her actions, had definitely hurt the young soul of Everett. She lowered her eyelids with immense guilt, and softly began to speak, "Everett, I'm sorry, I...I..."

What was I doing?

Penelope really couldn't figure out how to explain it without hurting someone.

"Penelope, I'm sorry, I was too abrupt just now," Everett released her and spoke softly.

"Everett, it's my fault, I haven't yet..."

"Penelope, I took you home."

Everett gently dried her feet, put on her socks and shoes, and then lifted her up in his arms.

Penelope didn't want to be held by him like this. He noticed her thoughts and spoke with a light smile, "Penelope, your legs aren't feeling well today. If I don't carry you, can you really walk by yourself?"

Alright, she walked by herself, it was definitely a bit difficult, she still had to rely on him to support her, unavoidable physical contact was inevitable, it was better to just let him hold her like this.

Seeing that Penelope no longer resisted, a nearly invisible smile hooked at the corner of Everett's lips as he quickly walked towards the elevator with her in his arms.

When Kemp arrived at the underground parking lot of Lust Club, he happened to see Everett coming out of the elevator with Penelope in his arms.

They chatted and laughed, quickly got into Everett's car, and drove away.

Kemp stood there, stunned. The dust kicked up by the sports car had already slowly settled, but he still couldn't snap out of the scene he had just witnessed.

Penelope nestled in Everett's arms, he still maintained his precious and aloof demeanor, unparalleled in his composure, but there was an indulgence in his eyes that could almost drown people, inadvertently revealed.

Kemp came over after receiving a call from Daxton.

Since he had taken his benefits, Daxton had been completely at his disposal. He had just called him, saying that he had heard from Pennie that she and Lola had found someone who would severely teach Penelope a lesson at Lust Club tonight.

He feared something had happened to Penelope, so he rushed over without stopping, only to find that Everett had arrived faster than him.

Kemp reached out, gently pressing his hand to his own heart. He knew he had hurt Penelope too much. He could only silently protect her, he had no right to stand by her side, tightly holding her hand. Only Everett, who had never hurt her, stood by her side without hesitation. He should bless them.

But he didn't understand, what was wrong with his heart? Why did it hurt so much, so much, when he saw them clinging to each other?

Kemp let out a helpless, low laugh, the desolation in his eyes impossible to conceal.

Upon reflection, the happiest time of his life was, ironically, those four years spent in a dungeon without seeing the light of day.

Now, he was free, with the world at his feet, but his heart, it was also empty...

As soon as Penelope returned to her small apartment, she fell into a deep sleep, far away from the filth and darkness. She slept particularly sweetly, having a night of good dreams.

When she woke up in the morning, she habitually checked the news.

Renowned director Greyson, president of Walker Department Store Mr. Walker, and president of Fly Magazine Mr. Parker, penniless, gathered in a private room. They were rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

Three big men, sharing a private room, and getting drunk to such a disgraceful state, anyone could guess with their toes that there was something impure going on between them.

Normal people would wear clothes when they go to a party and have a drink with friends. Who wouldn't?

Three old men, whose appearances clearly affected the city's image, were involved in such distasteful activities. Just thinking about it was nauseating!

For a moment, Greyson, Mr. Walker, Mr. Parker, completely became the spokespersons for disgustingly vulgar old men. Overnight, they were utterly discredited and disgraced.

Penelope stared dumbfounded at the phone screen in front of her. Being forced to drink and undress, wasn't that what those three disgusting old men wanted to do to her? How did they end up like that?

Others merely found those three old men truly annoying, but she knew for sure that someone was deliberately messing with them.

Could it have been Everett who did it?

Just as Penelope was about to call Everett to ask about this, she saw another news alert.

Lola, a deliberate murderer!