Chapter 364


    Seeing that her efforts at wresting Penelope from her daydream were futile, Skr left the topic at that.


    She hastily swallowed her next few words of caution.


    Penelope sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through her phone and enthusiastically picking out clothes for


    her unborn child. Skr snuck a nce over her shoulder.


    Seeing that the other woman was browsing luxury brands such as Burberry and Gi, each item of


    clothing exhibiting a minimum price tag of a thousand, Skr suggested kindly, “The baby will grow up


    really fast. There’s no need to buy such expensive clothes if he outgrows them every few days.”


    Scornfully, Penelope answered, “My family was too poor to buy me good clothes when I was young. I


    won’t let my son suffer from the same fate! His father’s a rich man. We’ll spare no expense for his child,


    I’m sure.”


    Helplessly, Skr replied, “All right. I have to be on setter, so I’ll head back now. Tobias is waiting for


    me downstairs.”


    Spitefully, Penelope said, “Why didn’t hee up here? Does he not want to see me that badly?”


    Skr heaved a sigh. “You’re overthinking things. He’s smoking in the car. Besides, he doesn’t really


    know you, either, and might be afraid to make things awkward.”


    Penelope happily replied, “Well, he’s Brayden’s friend. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to


    know each other in the future.”


    Skr massaged her temple in despair. No matter how awful Penelope’s desires were, she nheless


    loyally wished the best for her.


    However, Skr decided to refrain from advising Penelope based on any sort of moral standards, seeing


    as to how thetter was clearly unfazed by them.


    As she waited for the elevator to rise, Skr felt the insistent buzzing of her phone in the bag. She


    immediately fished it out and held it to her ear without bothering to note who the call was from.


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    “I’m sorry, but perhaps we shouldn’t contact each other anymore. I don’t want any trouble,” Harry’s voice


    blurted out over the line. He sounded as if he was in a great hurry to end the call. “I called to know if


    Ingrid has caused you any problems.”


    Skr bit her lip. She was touched that amidst Harry’s difficulties, he’d nheless thought to spare


    some concern for her wellbeing.


    “Nope,” she replied, then hung up the phone quickly. She had never doubted the arrangements that Kate


    made for her. This imaginary affair between Skr and Harry, meant to captivate public interest and


    generate publicity, had been the only dubious move.


    Instead of reaping the supposed rewards of this partnership, Skr had only suffered as a result.


    The mention of Ingrid sent a shiver down her spine.


    Kai had warned Skr about Ingrid in particr, vehemently contending that Ingrid was a most fearsome


    match.


    When Ingrid had still been a teenager in school, she’d gotten into multiple fights. One of her notable


    achievements included sending her opponent into the ICU.


    Even though years had passed since then, the other teenage girl was still relying on a respirator for life


    support.


    The other girl’s parents, naturally, demanded blood. Discontent with the settlement offered them by the


    Fords, they sought a reprisal in court.


    However, the might and wealth of the Fords were unrivaled. They won the suit effortlessly, and the


    incident even added to Ingrid’s bragging rights of being absolutely untouchable.


    Compared to his sister, Sheldon’s low profile was considered the preferred choice. He was useless, but


    even if he failed to help the Fords, at least he did not hinder them.


    When Skr got downstairs, Tobias’ car was already waiting for her. She slid into the passenger seat


    and waited to recollect herself.


    With one hand on the steering wheel, Tobias darted a sideways nce at Skr. “That was quick,” he


    commented. “Didn’t you say you had things to discuss?”


    Skr looked down, twisting her hands together. “I didn’t want to say too much and agitate Penelope.


    She still thinks Brayden will marry her. I’m afraid she won’t be able to ept the truth.”


    Tobias contemted their surroundings. Penelope’s dwelling was somewhat in the outskirts of the city.


    The apartments here, based on Tobias’ keen eye, were approximately five hundred thousand square


    feet.


    The man scoffed. “Brayden’s rather stingy, setting her up here. Is the apartment bought or rented?”


    “Rented,” Skr replied.