Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 655

Sydney heard his footsteps before he reached the bed. She stopped pretending to sleep, opened her eyes, and looked at him. "How do you always see through everything?"

Julian did not answer at once. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other adjusted the pillow, raising it slightly.

He helped her lean against the headboard. Only then did he give her cheek a light pinch. "Nothing in your business escapes my sharp eyes."

Sydney almost laughed. In the past, she would never have imagined hearing words like that from him. Every line he spoke used to sound stiff. Now sweet talk seemed to come to him with ease.

She lifted her hand and held his warm, dry palm. Her lips pressed together. "Penelope contacted me on the way home."

"What does she want?" Julian frowned slightly. Then realization crossed his face. "Megan probably contacted her."

Sydney had reached the same conclusion.

"She said she knows about my background," Sydney replied honestly. "She asked to meet tomorrow night."

…

In a villa on the outskirts of the city, Megan answered Penelope's call and erupted in anger. "After all these days, this is the only plan you came up with?"

Tristan had given her ten days, and tomorrow marked the final deadline. How could she not feel anxious?

If Tristan lost patience and turned her over to the police, she would never escape again. The evidence alone could destroy her.

And if Diana added a few words to avenge Sydney, Megan might never see daylight again.

Over the past few days, Penelope had pieced together the entire story, so she let out a cold laugh. "Get something straight. You're the one begging me for help now. Do you still think you're the Hutton family's third daughter?"

Megan stared at the silent phone for a moment, then hurled it across the room.

A moment later, the screen lit up again. A message appeared.

Penelope: [Tomorrow at eight. Based on what I know about Sydney, she'll be there.]

The villa door suddenly opened. Megan turned and saw Tristan walk in. His face showed no expression.

"Hutton, it has been nine days." His voice sounded like ice striking glass. He spoke as if addressing a corpse.

At the sight of him, Megan remembered exactly how she had escaped before. A chill crept up her spine. Fear rose in her chest as she replied, "Yes, I know."

She then handed him the phone. "Penelope has arranged to meet her tomorrow night."