Chapter 420

Penelope felt a deep sense of unease after leaving Star Villa.

She tried calling Theodore several times, but he didn't pick up. Just as she was about to head to his office to see if he was working late, she got a call from Michael, who told her Theodore was drunk.

When she arrived, Michael was sitting with Theodore on the steps outside the bar. But as soon as Theodore saw her, he stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

"Did you two have a fight?" Michael asked as Penelope ran up.

Penelope watched Theodore's retreating figure, worried. "He must be in a terrible mood since we can't find Norton."

Michael paused. "But why wouldn't he answer your calls?"

Penelope looked surprised. "I thought his phone was dead."

"His phone was right there on the table. It rang for a long time."

Really?

Penelope looked at Theodore again. Why wouldn't he take her calls?

Was he angry at her?

But she hadn't done anything to upset him, had she?

After a quick word with Michael, Penelope hurried after Theodore. Just as she was

about to catch up, he stopped.

"Don't come any closer!"

Penelope froze. His voice was so cold it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You've had too much to drink."

"No, I haven't."

"Let's go home."

"I want to be alone."

"I'll stay with you."

"I said alone. Without you!"

“Theodore, did I do something to make you angry?”

She had been helping him search for Norton all these days, but with each passing day, his attitude toward her grew colder, and she didn't understand why.

She hadn't done anything wrong.

What had she missed?

Theodore didn't answer her question. He just kept walking, his pace quickening. Despite being drunk and unsteady on his feet, he moved fast, as if he was desperate to get away from her.

For the next few days, Theodore deliberately avoided her.

Penelope felt like she was losing him, and she didn't even know why.

That evening, after work, she received a call from Timothy. Gloria had been in a car accident.

When Penelope rushed to the hospital, Gloria was still in surgery. A young woman was waiting anxiously outside with Timothy.

"What on earth happened?"

The woman, Gloria's colleague,

explained that they had just left the

research institute together. While

waiting at a crosswalk, a car

suddenly sped toward them, aiming

directly for Gloria.

Her colleague managed to jump out of the way, but Gloria was hit and thrown through the air.

"So the car deliberately hit Gloria?" Penelope asked urgently.

The colleague nodded, then shook her head. “I'm not sure, but I've told the traffic

police and the officers who arrived later everything I saw."

"What about the driver?"

"They fled the scene."

Penelope took a deep breath. Hitting someone in broad daylight and then just driving off?

As if there weren't security cameras everywhere.

Timothy pulled Penelope aside and

whispered, asked Gloria's

colleague. She lives and works with

hasn't

Gloria and said this

offended anyone. Do you

could be retaliation for her

pretending to be you?"

Penelope had considered the same thing, but she couldn't imagine Judy going that

far. She wasn't insane.

“All we can do is report the facts to the police. Let's not jump to conclusions."

When the police arrived, they recounted the situation.

"According to the surveillance

photos, the white car was brand new

and didn't have plates. We've

contacted the dealership, and they

pulling up the customer

information. We should have a lead

soon."

A white car? Brand new?

Her heart skipped a beat. A couple of days ago, when she was at Star Villa, she

thought she'd seen a new white car parked in the garage...