Chapter 132
Now, his tone was laced with impatience, as if she were bothering him.
Without a word, Penelope picked up the bowl of black liquid and drank it all in one go, then turned the empty bowl upside down with a flourish.
A corner of Theodore’s mouth lifted. “You brought your brain with you today p>
“You can question anything else about me, but not my integrity. It’s the foundation
of my character,” Penelope said, enunciating each word.
“Anything else? Like your personality? Your intelligence? Your looks? Your figure p>
“That’s not the point p>
Theodore let out a low chuckle, took another deep drag from his cigarette, and
was about to hang up.
“Wait, what happened to your arm p>
Penelope had spotted a large gash on Theodore’s raised arm. The blood had stained a significant portion of his white shirt red.
He glanced at it dismissively. “Just bumped it p>
It was clearly a lie, but she knew better than to press him. “You should go to a hospital and get that bandaged p>
“There are no hospitals here p>
“A clinic, then. At least get some antiseptic on it p>
“No clinics either p>
“That cut looks deep. Doesn’t it hurt p>
Theodore looked into the camera and let out an exaggerated hiss. “It does, actually. A lot p>
An idea popped into her head. “Hold your arm up to the camera p>
He looked confused but did as she asked. The video quality wasn’t great, but she could see the wound was deep and still blee ng. She leaned closer to the screen and gently blew a puff of air at it.
“There. All better p>
A short, humorless laugh escaped him. “What did you just blow? Fairy dust p>
“I’m worried about you p>
“Blowing on it won’t help. I need a painkiller p>
“I have some here, but I can’t exactly send them through the phone p>
He held up his injured arm again. “Think of something p>
Penelope actually considered it for
moment, then leaned in again and
pressed a soft kiss to the screen,
“Does that count?
to
Theodore flicked his cigarette away. “Was that some kind of super-drug? The pain is completely gone p>
His teasing made her laugh, but her smile faded as she remembered her real reason for calling. “Can I ask you for a favor p>
His eyes narrowed. “I knew that medicine wasn’t free p>
Penelope gave a nervous laugh and explained the whole situation with KINY Group and the electronics store.
“You have two weeks,” he said.
Her eyes lit up. She had thought a week would have been a miracle. Two weeks was unheard of.
“Mr. Stapleton, you are a living saint, the savior of KINY Group! I wish you eternal prosperity and a long, healthy life p>
“A saint? I don’t think so. And I’d rather not be anyone’s savior. It feels like I’m being taken for a ride p>
“Honey?” Penelope offered, her face a mask of pure adoration.
Theodore was silent for a moment. “I’m hanging up. Honey is very busy right now p>
Penelope ended the call, feeling triumphant, only to see Dr. Olson shaking his head at her.
“Now I understand,” he said. “Some people have no shame when they want something p>
“This is nothing,” Penelope scoffed. “I once almost had to adopt a godmother to close a deal p>
After hanging up, Theodore allowed himself a silent smile, then picked up the iron pipe he had dropped on the ground. He pressed himself against the wall, listening as footsteps grew closer. His expression hardened into a grip mask Taking a deep breath, he swung around the corner, bringing the pipe down with full force on the approaching figure.
A pained cry echoed through the alley as the man crumpled to the ground, clutching his head.
Half an hour later, the police arrived, along with Harold.
“Mr. Stapleton, are you alright p>
Theodore shook his head. On his way to the contract signing, his car had been cut off by a truck, and then a group of thugs had chasethim into this alley.
“It seems someone didn’t want us to sign that contract today p>
“They want to postpone p>
“They have two choices: sign the contract today, or their company goes bankrupt.
Let them pick p>