Chapter 922: You know what's the most interesting part?

"So, your name is not Plus One, huh?" one of the women interviewing Jonathan mused. "You're Jonathan. What a nice name."

"Has anyone told you your name suits your face?" another one commented coquettishly. "It has a nice ring to it."

"I know, right?"

"God has given." Suddenly, Penny's voice was heard nearby, making the women turn to check.

There, approaching them, was Penny, her bodysuit bouncing a little with each step. Penny was smiling, stopping a few steps from them, her eyes on Jonathan.

"Penny, what are you talking about?" asked one of the ladies.

Penny smirked, glancing at the ladies. However, she didn't answer because Jonathan beat her to it.

"The meaning of my name... as others say," he mused, setting his eyes back on Penny. "What a pleasure to be approached by the... god of this fan club."

"Am I interrupting your social interactions?"

at all." Jonathan flashed the ladies a smile and politely

that uniform, they didn't take it to

for Slater and Atlas

to Penny, stopping a step from her. "I'm

to the side, looking at his face. "I read the Bible from cover to

"Back in the day?"

get my hands on as a death row inmate," she winked at him. "Have you

husband, and your brothers showed me... I thought you'd

worth much. Because Zoren Pierson and Atlas Bennet surely forced me to do more just to save your company," he continued with an amused tone, as if he'd been itching

doing it just to make you know that she can

how to play it," he chuckled, slipping a note out of the pocket of his chest. "Thank you for

again as he read her letter aloud, his eyes back on her. "A chance missed, indeed... since we're being

the only obvious thing even a fifth grader would understand. The real message is... the only

"Pfft-!" she chuckled, looking up at him and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm so happy to meet you

eyebrow, trying to see if there was any trace of insincerity in her smile. There wasn't. Penny seemed genuinely happy to meet him today,

still

dumb," she drawled, pinching the lapel of his school blazer and tugging it down. "Jonathan Rusell, how...

little, and he slowly turned his

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