"It must be Madeline whispering poison into Quentin's ear that made him do this. Otherwise, a grown man like him wouldn't be so petty toward a young girl who simply admired him."
Liliana's words acted like a lethal injection, striking Penelope's most fragile nerve.
"Think about it," Liliana murmured, lowering her voice as she rested a hand on Penelope's trembling shoulder.
Her tone carried the absolute certainty of someone who had been through it before.
"Who is Quentin? He's the founder of The Bolt Group, known throughout the business world for his cold rationality.
When has he ever done something so reckless? He wouldn't have treated you like this. Out of respect for your grandfather and brothers, he would have shown you mercy. Releasing that recording straight to the public just isn't his style."
Penelope looked up through tear-filled eyes, a dull ache still throbbing against her eardrums.
The stinging force of Quentin's slap seemed to linger on her cheek.
Her lips trembled. "Are you saying..."
"It was definitely that bitch." Liliana patted her back gently, though every word she spoke was laced with venom.
"It's all because she cried to Quentin and poisoned his mind with her pillow talk.
You know exactly how she is. On the surface, she plays the obedient, sweet angel, but to her core, she's more calculated than anyone.
She wanted to use Quentin to completely ruin you.
Let me tell you, that's exactly how she viciously destroyed me back then.
She looks so kind, but she managed to take the years of history I shared with Quentin and turn us into bitter enemies in the blink of an eye."
Penelope's nails dug fiercely into her palms.
Seeing Penelope's expression shift from pure regret to simmering resentment, Liliana secretly breathed a sigh of relief.



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