The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 590

When she entered the villa, the first thing she saw were two stunning women laughing together. They were wearing bikinis that were little more than three scraps of fabric, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

The men were drinking by the pool, also surrounded by women in bikinis, some clinging to them coquettishly, others showing off their sinuous figures in the water.

Penelope's eyes instinctively went to Theodore. He was dressed in a black overcoat, a white shirt, and sharply creased trousers, looking as if he'd just come from an important meeting at the office. His expression was stern and formal. Even with a cigarette between his fingers, leaning back in a chair, he looked anything but relaxed.

There were no women near him; none dared to approach.

It was the same with Hamilton. When one woman tried to get close, a single glare from him sent her scurrying away.

Only Simon and Michael, the two social butterflies, were busy flitting from flower to flower.

"What's with you two? You're both scowling so much you're scaring away the beautiful ladies," Simon said in exasperation.

Michael didn't seem to care. He just advised Simon, "Don't give them a hard time. They both have girlfriends."

"They have girlfriends, but that doesn't stop them from having other women on their minds."

Michael quickly shushed Simon, but his words had already successfully annoyed Hamilton, who threw a handful of nuts at his face.

Michael shook his head with a sigh. He remembered giving Penelope the address and wondered if she had arrived. He glanced toward the door and was startled to see her standing there.

"You… how… how did you get in?"

At Michael's exclamation, everyone else turned to look. All of them, except Theodore, were surprised to see Penelope.

Penelope strode forward, her gaze sweeping across the group, deliberately avoiding Theodore, and finally landing on Hamilton.

"I'm here to see him," she announced. "This doesn't concern the rest of you."

Hamilton scoffed. "Did Natalie send you to beg me to let her off the hook?"

Penelope pressed her lips together. Fighting wouldn't solve the problem.

"Mr. Amos, I'm asking you, begging you, to please leave Natalie alone, alright?" Penelope said, taking a deep breath.

Hamilton pushed Simon aside, a smirk playing on his lips. "And why should I do you that favor?"

"You…"

"Why don't you ask Theodore to talk to me?"

Penelope gritted her teeth. He was implying that she had no power of her own, that the only reason he was even tolerating her was because of her connection to Theodore.

After a moment of silence, Penelope turned to a maid who was bringing over fruit and instructed her to get some shot glasses.

"Hamilton, if you're a man, you'll make a bet with me!"