The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 768

Penelope's eyes went wide. "So Ellison tried to kill her!"

"Yes. She was on the sidewalk. Most people managed to dive out of the way, including Marin, but an elderly woman wasn't fast enough. She died on the scene."

Penelope sharply inhaled.

Ellison had completely lost his mind. No wonder Marin looked so exhausted and broken—she had barely survived a nightmare.

"And they still haven't caught him. That means Marin could still be in danger."

Penelope nodded firmly. "Since she's working for us now, we have to guarantee her safety."

After Harold left, Penelope immediately called Timothy, summarizing the terrifying situation and ordering him to stay on high alert.

"Understood. Don't worry, I've got this."

Right before quitting time, Theodore called, asking her out for dinner.

"What about the three kids?"

"I am asking you on a date. Try not to make everything about the kids for one night?"

Penelope checked herself. She was the one who suggested they start over, date properly, and not rush into remarrying. She couldn't exactly go back on her own terms.

"Alright. Pick me up."

In a fantastic mood, Penelope wrapped up her tasks, touched up her makeup to look a bit more glamorous, and happily headed out.

In the elevator, a few female colleagues complimented her look, asking if she had a hot date.

"I sure do," Penelope admitted proudly.

Everyone at the office knew she had been married to Theodore Stapleton, but they also knew they were officially divorced. So her seeing a new man wasn't exactly scandalous.

When she walked out of the lobby, Theodore's imposing Range Rover was waiting by the curb.

One of the women spotted the luxury vehicle and asked who was inside.

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