The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 491

They met at a well-known club in Orenth. It looked opulent and glamorous from the outside, but the inside was a chaotic, smoke-filled den.

Rebecca had surely chosen this place for a reason, but Penelope wasn't afraid.

When she entered the private room, Rebecca was already waiting.

Six years had passed, and Rebecca had changed. She wore a sharp, professional suit, adorned with luxury accessories. She held her chin high, projecting a carefully constructed "queen bee" persona that, admittedly, had a certain flair.

In contrast, Penelope was dressed casually in jeans, a turtleneck sweater, and a mid-length coat, her hair down and unadorned.

Seeing her simple attire, the smile on Rebecca's face deepened.

"Penelope, it's been years. You've changed so much."

Penelope's lip twitched. "Have I?"

"Don't you think I've changed a lot, too?" Rebecca asked, narrowing her eyes.

Penelope shrugged. "Like you said, it's been years. Everyone changes."

"Don't you find me familiar?"

"Familiar?"

Penelope frowned. What did she mean?

"Don't you think I'm a lot like the old you?"

"Hmph, you deserve to be miserable!"

"I don't think I'm miserable."

"But you've fallen so low..."

"But I have money."

That one sentence left Rebecca speechless. She might look glamorous on the surface, but did she have more money in her bank account than Penelope?

"What's there to be proud of? You only have money because you divorced Theodore and took his. You didn't earn it yourself!"

"That is my skill. Why don't you try finding a rich man, marrying him, then divorcing him for a huge settlement?"