Chapter 47 Zackary, I was your woman!

The man, he liked women as beautiful as flowers, wanting to spend a dream-filled night with them. Similarly, women also liked handsome men, especially those with stunning looks like Zackary. Countless women were even coveting his attractive physique.

Lola was one of those women who wished Zackary would give her a second glance, preferring to be his woman in every physical sense.

"Lola, I had someone take you home!"

Zackary subtly pushed Lola away, took out his phone, and had the villa's butler, who had just stepped away, escort Lola out.

After hearing Zackary's words, Lola was so angry that she almost ground her teeth to pieces. She was all dressed up tonight, yet he didn't show any reaction at all!

Could it be that, in her entire life, Lola could only ever go as far as a hug with him?

No! Lola didn't want to become such a miserable woman!

With that thought, Lola steeled herself, tightly embracing Zackary from behind, "Zackary, I'm not leaving. I'm your woman, we should be living together, I..."

"Lola, behave!"

Without giving Lola any chance to refuse, Zackary had already picked up the coat on the sofa and draped it over her, "Get some rest early!"

After saying this, he turned coldly and headed upstairs.

Lola was so angry that she stomped her feet, but her gentle and elegant image could not be broken yet.

Seeing the villa's butler approaching, she quickly put on a gentle and amiable smile, "It's really too much trouble for you to escort me this late."

Penelope didn't sleep all night.

She had been wondering, how she could manage to get ten million in such a short time.

She even considered resorting to usury, but she didn't dare.

She was dead, and didn't have to worry about anything anymore. But Ethan had to keep living. If the loan sharks got to Ethan, his life would be ruined.

If only Kemp hadn't lost his memory.

Kemp was so good to her and Ethan, and he was so rich now. If he hadn't lost his memory, let alone ten million, even if it was a hundred million, he wouldn't blink an eye to save Ethan.

Unfortunately, in this world, there has never been any "if".

The Kemp who had once stood by her side, sharing life and death, was no longer the man he used to be.

The last time, she went to borrow money from him, the cost was her little finger.

Penelope subconsciously clutched her left hand, where her severed finger still throbbed occasionally. How could such pain befall her precious Ethan!

If her hands and feet were ultimately chopped off, her Ethan's life would be completely ruined!

The knocking on the door sounded urgently. Penelope walked numbly to the door. She peered through the peephole and saw it was Corona.

As soon as she entered the door, Corona pulled out a large stack of money from her coat. She stuffed the money into Penelope's hands, "Penelope, this is twenty thousand dollars, take it for now! I will continue to work hard to earn money, we will definitely be able to afford Ethan's surgery!"

Penelope clutched the money in her hand tightly, at that moment, she really, really wanted to cry.

She wanted to cry and hug Corona, to tell her that she actually already had 160 thousand dollars, enough for Ethan's surgery.

However, Ethan was captured by the villains.

The villains demanded that she bring ten million for Ethan's rescue, otherwise, they would cruelly harm Ethan and eventually kill him.

These words, Penelope ultimately did not say.

Corona's life was not any easier than hers.

If she had told Corona the truth, she would have definitely gone to Devon for money, regardless of anything. She feared that not only would she not be able to borrow the money, but also her dignity would be trampled into the dust by Devon.

As for Joseph, he had to return to the twisted demon in his heart and his malicious mother, who tormented him to the point where life was worse than death.

She couldn't bear that Corona had suffered so much for her.

"Corona, you don't need to give me money anymore. I've already gathered enough for Ethan's surgery. Just take good care of yourself."

These twenty thousand dollars, Penelope did not pretentiously let Corona take back, because she really, really needed money at that time. However, in the future, she did not want Corona to suffer like this again.

Joseph and his mother were nothing but two vampires, exploiting Corona's labor, forcing her to work tirelessly to earn money for them to spend. The fact that she could save these twenty thousand dollars, Penelope didn't dare to think about what Corona had been through.

"Have you gathered enough money?" Upon hearing Penelope's words, Corona became even more worried. She tightly grasped her hand, "Penelope, that bastard Zackary didn't give you that much money, how did you gather enough?! Penelope, what on earth have you done?!"

Of course, Penelope couldn't tell Corona about her organ donation. She skillfully diverted the topic, saying, "Corona, I met a very good man who helped me. He has a special connection with Ethan. When he heard Ethan was sick, he insisted on helping him."

"Really?" Corona was still somewhat skeptical of what Penelope had said, she was afraid that Penelope might do something foolish.

"Really!" Penelope nodded vigorously. She was about to say something else when she suddenly noticed that Corona's wrist was a bit red.

She forcefully rolled up Corona's sleeve, only to discover that her arm was covered in shocking scars.

There were several places, as if cut directly by sharp porcelain, deep enough to see the bone.

It was like this on her arm, and the rest of her body wouldn't have been much better!

"Corona, what on earth is going on? It's that beast Joseph, isn't it?!"

Corona hastily pulled up her sleeves, placing her arm behind her back, her eyes clearly evasive.

"Penelope, you don't need to worry, I'm fine. I fell by accident and just happened to hit some broken glass. Penelope, I have to go to work later, so I'm going to leave now."

After speaking, Corona hurriedly headed towards the outside of the small apartment.

Penelope knew that there were some things Corona didn't want to say, and even if she asked, she wouldn't get an answer.

But she truly felt sorry for Corona, sorry for her being trapped in the darkness, even if the light was within reach, it was not destined for her.

After Corona left, Penelope followed her downstairs.

She thought, she should see Corona off, for later, she might not even have the chance to watch her leave.

Life was short, and in the remaining time, she wanted to see her best friend more, even if it was just a glimpse of her back.

Penelope had thought that after Corona went downstairs, she would walk back to Joseph as usual. However, to her surprise, she saw Joseph's mother, Nora, downstairs.

Nora was filled with sharp anger. As soon as she saw Corona, she quickly stepped forward and fiercely slapped him.

"Wretch! I knew it, you sneaking out in the middle of the night, cheating on my son!"

"Tell me, did you come to see the father of that bastard in your belly?!" Nora stood with her hands on her hips, looking every bit the shrewish market woman.

Suddenly, she grabbed Corona's arm fiercely like a demon, "You won't say it, will you?! If you don't speak, I'll kill the bastard in your belly right now!"

She looked around and saw a stick, slightly thicker than her thumb, next to her. She grabbed the stick and swung it hard at Corona's stomach.