Chapter 77 Penelope was the murderer, the evidence was irrefutable!
That kidnapper leader, Damian!
It was the peak hour of getting off work, with people coming and going on the road. This car accident seriously obstructed the traffic and attracted many onlookers.
As Penelope walked by, she overheard people discussing a car accident. She didn't dare to look at the bloody scene, but out of the corner of her eye, she still caught a glimpse of Damian's face.
The mask on Damian's face had already fallen to the ground, stained with blood. Most of his face was also covered in bright red, and his body was even more gruesome to look at.
Perhaps it was fate, destined to let Penelope recognize Damian. His body had been battered beyond recognition, but his face was surprisingly intact.
The bystanders were still buzzing with discussion, saying that a black, unlicensed van had chased him down and run over him twice before speeding off.
It was Damian who ordered someone to push Ethan into the abyss. He deserved to die a thousand deaths.
Seeing his miserable state, Penelope felt no pity at all, only immense satisfaction.
The murderer who killed her, Ethan, finally got his comeuppance.
After the exhilaration, chills ran through Penelope's heart again and again.
Chasing after him, I crashed...
Clearly, this was not an accidental incident, but a premeditated murder!
Penelope could guess with her toes, it was Lola who was silencing people by killing them!
Damian had died, her last chance to expose Lola's true face had completely disappeared. But even so, she would find a way to make Lola pay in blood for what she had done!
After Lyman had taken her back to Horse House, she had been racking her brains, thinking about what she could do to make Lola pay.
Before she could come up with a good solution, she heard what seemed like someone banging on the door of her small apartment.
Penelope's heart skipped a beat. She took out the new phone she had just bought that afternoon, ready to call the police.
But before she could even dial the emergency number, the front door of her small apartment had already been opened. Clearly, someone had forcibly picked the lock of the security door.
Those people, Penelope had seen.
They were Kemp's men. It was them who had captured her and thrown her into the dungeon last time, allowing Kemp to chop off her little finger!
Penelope had locked her bedroom door tightly, wanting to buy herself some more time. She quickly called the police, and tried to call the security of her community as well, but after several attempts, no one answered.
Just as she was about to dial again, her phone rang urgently. It was a call from Lyman.
"Mr. Hilliard......"
Before Penelope could finish her sentence, the lock on her bedroom door had already been forcibly pried open. Her phone was suddenly snatched away and harshly thrown on the ground. She didn't even have time to call for help from Lyman before she was forcibly dragged out.
"Let me go! Hurry up and let me go!"
The memory of having her little finger chopped off last time was too painful, Penelope didn't want to experience it again under any circumstances.
She struggled desperately, she screamed for help, but these men completely disregarded her resistance. After a few futile attempts, just like the last time, she was forcibly stuffed into a sack.
"Let me out immediately! What you're doing is illegal!"
Penelope gripped the sack tightly, but it was too sturdy. She exerted almost all her strength, but still couldn't tear even a tiny crack.
She could feel that she had been thrown into the trunk again, the vehicle speeding along, jolting all the way. Her insides felt as if they were about to be shaken out.
This unknown danger caused exceptional panic.
She was certain that she hadn't offended Kemp recently. The only possibility was that Pennie had used some means to turn Kemp against her again.
Indeed, after she was taken to the villa in Kemp suburb, as soon as he saw her, he rudely grabbed her by the collar.
"Penelope, who told you to hire a thug to hurt Penny?! Penelope, you should be damned!"
Hired a hitman to kill Pennie?
Penelope thought that Pennie and Lola were really best friends, their methods of framing others were exactly the same.
Four years ago, Zackary had a car accident. He was employed by Lola, but she framed him, making it appear as if she had hired someone to hit Zackary.
Dear bestie, the methods of framing others were not at all original, yet they were surprisingly vicious, capable of putting people in danger in an instant. I'm afraid, Pennie's scheme today could not have been without the behind-the-scenes strategizing of Lola, the military advisor!
The sack on her body was removed, and Penelope felt much more comfortable.
She didn't want to take the blame for such a huge misunderstanding. She took a deep breath and quickly defended herself, "I didn't hire anyone to hurt people! This is a drama that Pennie staged herself!"
"I didn't know why Pennie always targeted me, but to me, she was just an insignificant passerby. I, Penelope, would never waste my energy dealing with her!"
"Kemp, let me go! It was Pennie who framed me, you can't fall for her tricks anymore!"
"Penny is framing you?!" On Kemp's soft-featured handsome face, there was a bone-chilling coldness, "Penny is still in the emergency room, her life hanging in the balance. Do you think she would risk her life to frame you?! Penelope, who do you think you are?!"
Before Penelope could speak, Kemp sharply said, "The van driver who hit Penny has confessed. He took your money and deliberately tried to kill Penny!"
"First you almost crippled Penny, and now you've nearly killed her. What on earth has Penny done wrong for you to hurt her over and over again?!"
"I didn't!" Penelope shook her head vigorously, "I have no grudge against Pennie, how could I possibly harm her!"
"Kemp, please believe me, I really couldn't have done such a thing! Pennie did it on purpose! Yes, it was her ploy, all to turn you against me, to make you my enemy!"
"Kemp, you've always had a clear understanding of things in the past, why now, are you being played around by a Pennie?!"
"Won't shed a tear until you see the coffin?!"
Kemp's eyes were cold as ice, as if laced with poison. He looked at Penelope, who had been thrown to the ground, with disgust. "I will leave you speechless!"
In the midst of speaking, Kemp had fiercely thrown several pieces of paper onto Penelope's face.
Those papers were all printed transfer records, the payee was a man named Austin. Apparently, that man must have been the one who hit Pennie with his car, and the bank card used to transfer money to him was hers!
Penelope picked up one of the papers that had fallen on the ground, her eyes fixed on the bank card number written on it. That number, she remembered it crystal clear.
That was the card number of the bank card in which she had stored ten million!
She had always thought that on that day at the foot of Mount South, after she handed the bank card to Damian's subordinate, he had swiped all the money in the card with the POS machine. Unexpectedly, there was still some money left in the card, and all of it was transferred to Austin!
It turned out that Lola had already planned this whole charade way back then, one step leading to another, she left no way out for Penelope!
Seeing Penelope clutching the paper without saying a word, Kemp sneered, "Penelope, do you have anything to say now?!"