Chapter 289
Penelope had changed out of her wedding gown and into a wine-red lace dress. Her hair was swept into a low bun, accessorized with pearl earrings, and her makeup was subtle. She looked graceful, elegant, and utterly charming.
But at this moment, she was beating someone up. Her high heels had become weapons, her delicate hands had turned into iron fists, and her beautiful face was contorted with fury. With a flurry of kicks and punches, she landed every blow with brutal precision. Zebulon’s wails of sorrow quickly turned into screams of pain.
“Penelope, ah! Stop hitting me p>
“I came to apologize! Ah p>
“Please, spare me p>
Penelope didn’t say a word, treating Zebulon like a punching bag and unleashing her pent-up rage.
Rebecca started to step forward to help, but a single glare from Penelope froze her in place. She couldn’t just stand there and watch Zebulon get beaten, so she decided to run for help. But when she turned, she saw Theodore standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching Penelope with an amused expression, as if she were performing an exquisite dance rather than pummeling a man.
Is this… normal?
Zebulon’s agonized screams finally brought reinforcements. Ward rushed to the doorway and saw his son on the floor, unable to get up, desperately begging for mercy while Penelope continued to attack him without restraint.
“Mr. Stapleton, there have been some misunderstandings between your wife and us, but no matter how big the misunderstanding, she shouldn’t be resorting to violence! Please, make her stop!” Ward pleaded urgently.
Theodore took a slow drag from his cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke. “Do you really think I don’t know what’s going on?” he said, his gaze shifting to Ward.
That single glance was so cold it sent a shiver down Ward’s spine. So, he knows? He knows everything we did to Penelope? He knows!
Ward’s breath caught in his throat. In Orenth, no one dared to cross Theodore. The Sullivan family certainly couldn’t afford to; they relied on the Zenith Group for scraps from the table. Now, it seemed those scraps were about to be cut off. Not only that, if Theodore got angry, he might just smash their entire pot.
Ward didn’t dare utter another word, forced to watch as Penelope beat his son. A few onlookers had raised their phones to record, but a sharp look from Theodore made ther quickly put their devices away and back off. Ward wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead Theodore was indulging her to an alarming degreef she decided to kill
someone, would he help her dispose of the body?
Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. Once Penelope had vented her frustration, she stopped. Zebulon was bruised and swollen, but not seriously injured. He managed to struggle to his feet.
“Penelope, for this humiliation, I will make you p>
Before he could finish his threat, Rebecca and Ward rushed over. One clamped a hand over his mouth while the other supported him, and they dragged him out of the room.
Penelope dusted off her hands, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, took a deep breath, and turned to the man in the doorway with a brilliant smile.
“Does your hand hurt?” Theodore asked as he walked over.
She nodded, placing her small hand in his large one and pouting slightly.
Theodore grinned. “He is tougher than he looks. He made my wife’s hand all red p>
Penelope huffed, implying it was all Zebulon’s fault.
“Your husband can teach him a lesson for you p>
Penelope nestled into his embrace and tilted her head up to kiss his chin, but she still shook her head firmly. This was a score she had to settle herself.
Theodore squeezed her chin affectionately. “Alright, I won’t interfere. But you can let them know: ‘My husband is Theodore Stapleton. You messed with me, so you’re finished p>
Penelope puffed out her chest. Throwing her husband’s weight around? She could definitely do that. It was time to make the rounds and toast the guests. She smoothed her dress, checked her makeup, and put on a gentle smile. As Mrs Stapleton, She had a graceful and elegant image to maintain.