Chapter 86
Penelope rolled her eyes. She was here first.
“Penelope, don’t tell me you’re here for lunch?” Rebecca asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Why else would I be here p>
“You can’t just walk into this restaurant and expect a table p>
“You don’t need to worry about that p>
Zebulon sighed heavily. “Can you please not embarrass yourself here p>
“Even if I did, what business is it of yours p>
“Penelope, this project is never going back to you! And it’s not for any other
reason than the simple fact that you’re not capable of handling it p>
Penelope had to agree with him on that. “You’re right. I definitely don’t have your capabilities p>
They couldn’t even see through a simple con.
“Mr. Sullivan, who is this?” the woman asked.
“My… my wife p>
“Really? I was under the impression Ms. Winters was your wife p>
“Her? No, no, she’s not p>
“That’s a shame. You two look quite good together p>
Penelope gave the woman a thumbs-up. Her con skills were debatable, but her
eye for people was top-notch.
Zebulon’s frustration was mounting. “Penelope, get out of here now p>
“I don’t think I will p>
“Do you want them to throw you out p>
Just as he said that, a waiter approached.
“Miss, do you have a reservation?” he asked.
“She doesn’t. You can ask her to leave,” Zebulon answered for her.
“If you don’t have one, then I’m sorry,” the waiter said politely.
“See, Penelope? This is so humiliating. I’m embarrassed for you,” Rebecca said with a smirk.
“Who said I don’t have a reservation?” Penelope arched an eyebrow.
“You are not sitting with us,” Zebulon stated coldly.
“Penelope, we’re in the middle of a business meeting. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to join,” Rebecca added.
The two of them just loved jumping to conclusions, practically begging to be slapped down.
Penelope held up the lunch voucher. “Is this acceptable p>
The waiter’s eyes widened. “Of course, miss. We always have a table ready for guests with these. Right this way p>
Penelope surveyed the dining area and pointed to a table with the best view. “I’ll sit there p>
“Certainly. Please, follow me p>
As the waiter led Penelope away, completely ignoring their party, Zebulon’s face darkened.
“This place is owned by Michael, isn’t it? No wonder she could get a table,” Rebecca muttered meaningfully.
Zebulon shot her a glare, his expression growing even stormier. “She never used to be like this. What changed p>
“Maybe… she’s been seeing other men p>
“Hmph. She’ll regret it p>
After being seated, Penelope ordered a few dishes and started taking pictures of the scenery with her phone. Soon, she saw Zebulon’s party being seated at the table next. to hers.
They stopped paying attention to her and focused on charming the fake official.
The woman expertly dangled the project in front of them. Every time she mentioned the collaboration, they would practically trip over themselves to please
her.
“Ms. Laurier, bought this necklace
for you this morning at one of the
luxury boutiques on the island. I
thought it would perfectly
complement your elegance p>
Rebecca said, getting up to fasten it
around the woman’s neck.
The woman patted Rebecca’s hand. “When you submit the revised proposal, just
bring it directly to my office. Once I give it a look, you can expect to sign the contract p>
“That’s wonderful! Thank you so much for your guidance p>
“Of course p>
Watching the two of them, Penelope snapped a picture. She decided she would print it out and hang it on her wall, the next time she was in a bad mood, she could just look at it and have a good laugh.