Once doormat Now Untouchable Novel

---- Chapter 623 Penelope's hysteria did not move the driver in the slightest. He worked for Raymond. Unlike Diana's or James' men, he had no interest in principles or limits. Raymond's rule had always been simple: as long as he felt good. The driver lived by it. He slowed without hurry and pulled over. Almost at once, four cars stopped neatly behind them. Only then did Penelope realize this had never been a solo escort. Raymond had sealed every escape route in advance. Even if she fought the driver, she would not get away.

The driver noticed the panic on her face and finally spoke, unhurried. "Ms. Monroe, if you don't cooperate, I'll have Mr. Wolfen come pick you up himself." He added flatly, "You know what he's like. Marrying him is already a step up for you. If you keep acting like this, looking down on him, and he finds out, your days ahead will be even worse." "Fuck!" The image of Eric in a rage flashed through her mind. Her hair prickled. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. ---- She closed her eyes, her breathing unsteady. After a long moment, she released a thin breath.

"Ill go." She was carrying Eric's child. Until the baby was born, he would not dare push too far. For now, the child was her shield. The Wolfens ranked among Jouleston's top elites. Their fortune ran deep, and their ancestral estate sat on land worth a staggering sum. Eric was unmarried and a bastard son. He clung to the old estate, hoping his grandparents' meager affection would earn him a larger share of the inheritance. When they arrived, Penelope saw a sprawling manor, wealth radiating from every corner. For a brief moment, her unease faded.

In some ways, the Wolfens were no worse than the Hamptons. The problem was Eric himself. He was not the sole heir, and his face was scarred by burns. Still, Eric was nothing like Caleb, whose heart belonged to that bitch Sydney. If Penelope played this right, she could still make Sydney pay. ---- Her thoughts settled just as the household poured out to greet them Eric stood at the front, beaming. He had tried more than once to persuade his father to propose to the Huttons on his behalf. Each time, his stepmother shut it down. That was only natural.

Why would she allow the wife of a bastard son to outrank her two legitimate daughters-in-law? He never expected Raymond to call and say he was sending the woman over. His stepmother's expression darkened at once. His father, however, was delighted. He ordered the household to prepare and welcome this high-status young daughter-in-law. Eric strode forward. When he saw only Penelope step out of the car, a flicker of unease crossed his face. Still, mindful of her family's background, he exchanged a glance with his father and went to her side with practiced warmth. "Penny, did Mr.

Hutton and Madam Hutton give you trouble after finding out you're carrying my child?" In the Wolfens' version of events, the Huttons had been furious over an unwed pregnancy and sent her away in anger. They had met only twice, yet he spoke her name with an ---- intimacy that made her skin crawl Penelope suppressed the urge to step back. She forced herself to remain still and hummed coolly. She was not as adaptable as she had believed. The thought of seeing Eric's face in the middle of the night felt like a nightmare waiting to happen. All he wanted was her status.

Her attitude meant nothing to him He ignored her resistance, seized her hand, and announced, " Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, this is the youngest Hutton heiress, Penelope Moore." The people behind him reacted with mixed expressions. This so-called youngest Hutton heiress would arrive as someone to be revered. They would have no choice but to submit. A woman stepped forward, her smile devoid of warmth. "Ms. Hutton, you've been back with the Huttons for several days now. Why haven't you changed your surname back yet?" Penelope's expression tightened. The car beside her still had not left.

Raymond's people would never allow her to keep borrowing the Hutton name. She did not know whether the driver could hear her. She only wanted to divert the conversation. "I-" ---- Without warning, the car window rolled down. The driver spoke ina calm, even tone, as though he did not notice Penelope's ashen face. "Madam Wolfen, the Hutton family has only one' youngest heiress." He glanced at Penelope and articulated each word with precision. "This Ms. Monroe is not her." 2