Tyron arrived after receiving a message from Penelope, only to find that the group of men had already been subdued by her. He let out a sigh of relief.
Looking at their bruised faces, Tyron teased. "You're tough, huh? Was it a prison fight technique?"
Penelope shrugged. "Just self-defense, nothing more." If she hadn't learned some self-defense, she would've been the one getting beaten up.
Tyron raised an eyebrow. "So, since you can handle things on your own, why'd you call me over?"
Penelope shrugged again. "Erica's hosting a birthday party, and I need an invitation—or you can just take me there."
Tyron smiled and said, "Sure."
Knowing Penelope's personality, Tyron thought there would be quite a show at the party.
A moment later, he made a phone call.
Penelope looked at him curious
