Chapter 259

For next week’s family feast, Penelope was supposed to wear this necklace, and she was sweating bullets about getting caught by others. So, she went to Allison’s former pad, only to find it deserted with almost all belongings gone.

Just in time, Margo found out about Allison’s current crib

“Ms. Flanagan, Allison’s shacked up at the Blue Mountain Estate now.”

“Blue Mountain Estate?” After a quick Google, Penelope found out it was a mid-range apartment complex. She couldn’t believe Allison could afford such a place.

Margo chimed in, “Maybe Mr. Brummett’s helping her out. She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and she’s trying to do the same with Mr. Lindberg. She’s playing Mr. Brummett while stirring up trouble between you and Mr. Lindberg”

Pursing her lips, Penelope called for Linda.

Two minutes later, in the bedroom

With her head bowed, Linda muttered, “Ms. Flanagan, I don’t know squat.”

I haven’t even asked yet, and you’re claiming

Linda

sure? Think hard, Linda.” Seeing Linda’s puzzled face, Penelope handed her a pen and

necklace when I

asked anxiously, “What was it like? Give me the deets!”

a basic

dismissed Linda. But as Linda was about to step out, Penelope stopped her, handing her a brand-new

had never experienced such luxury

you’re a servant of the Flanagan

stuttered, waving her hands about, but the greed in

“Take it, Linda. It’s a gift from Ms. Flanagan. Just remember to tell the truth if she asks you anything in the

message, clutching the bag, her heart racing. As she held the luxury bag, she couldn’t help but marvel at its quality. It was

“Ms. Flanagan, actually…

money talked and everything else walked. Plus, she had always been a little green-eyed monster where Allison

closed, and I didn’t know what they were doing. When Allison came out, her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255