Without warning, Howard flung a glass of red wine straight at Penelope.
"You really are more devious than I thought!" he roared. "I knew it—you deserved every second in prison!"
Penelope sidestepped just in time, the wine barely grazing the hem of her dress. She smirked, voice dripping with mockery.
"So what? Even after prison, I'm still doing better than you, Mr. Byle. Maybe it's time you admit you're just not cut out for this. Hahaha!"
"You—!" Howard's face turned an ugly shade of red, veins bulging on his forehead. "Don't think you can just throw your weight around!"
"The new energy project belongs to the Crane family. There's five billion on the line. Besides Erica, who else would dare touch it? Howard, you're a fool."
Penelope's voice was cool, cutting through him like a blade.
