Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 434

She didn't care what others said about her.

But hearing it from Quentin's lips was entirely different.

She viewed Quentin as her man, her god. She was utterly obsessed and enamored with him, yet he spoke to her with such a dismissive tone.

She couldn't stop herself from trembling as she asked, "Quentin, in your eyes... what kind of person am I?"

"Worse than a hooker! A hooker at least charges for her time, but you throw yourself at men for free!"

Quentin's voice was vicious and bone-chilling.

Penelope couldn't handle the crushing blow.

"Ah!" she shrieked before collapsing into a dead faint.

She couldn't fathom it.

She was a high-and-mighty, pure, and noble heiress, yet in Quentin's eyes, she was lower than a prostitute.

Tristan, who had been standing nearby, rushed forward to catch her.

He was furious. "Quentin! Aren't you taking this a bit too far? You slapped Penelope so hard she almost went deaf, and she didn't even hold it against you. Mr. Whitman invited us here. Why shouldn't she come? She just wanted to get some fresh air. Why must you speak to her like that?"

Tristan's defense wasn't entirely wrong.

Penelope was, after all, the heiress of the York family, meaning she met the threshold for any elite gathering. Yet Quentin had compared her to a hooker and suggested she should have been tossed out by security.

But Tristan's logic only held up under the assumption that nothing insidious had happened between them.

Quentin scoffed. "Tristan, the whole world knows why I hit her. She can come if she wants, but she shouldn't parade herself in front of my wife and me. If you were married, you wouldn't want a lunatic who tried to wreck your home hovering around you either.

I suggest you stop letting your sister hang around a certain woman. Otherwise, being drugged and nearly gang-raped because of her own stupidity will inevitably be your sister's fate."