Chapter 572 Penelope's Revenge (5) Negotiating Terms
Penelope always thought Dashiell was just your average guy.
He looked so frail, so indifferent. She never imagined Dashiell would possess such strength and be so extraordinary.
Today, Dashiell wore a black mask. If Penelope weren't so familiar with him, she definitely wouldn't have recognized him. She had been doubting it until now. After all, he was so strong that Penelope thought it was impossible for him to be an ordinary person.
She even suspected he was a mercenary, a super assassin, and so on. But at this moment, seeing Dashiell standing in front of her, she was completely sure it was him. She watched him walk in, step by step, his face full of terror. This was a side of Dashiell she had never seen before.
No longer gentle, no longer humble, full of hostility, as terrifying as an angry lion.
Penelope's throat tightened slightly. She realized she had really angered Dashiell. Because of Seraphina—always because of Seraphina—Dashiell had lost control. But why? Why could the worthless Seraphina get Dashiell's love when Penelope couldn't?
Penelope's eyes turned red as her suppressed emotions began to collapse bit by bit. The moment Dashiell walked up to her, the black pistol in her hand suddenly pointed at Seraphina's head. Dashiell's steps clearly paused.
He looked coldly at Penelope, taking in her bloodshot eyes, her desperate gaze, and the sheer hatred radiating from her. Then, he turned his gaze to Seraphina, who had been kidnapped by Penelope. Her eyes, mouth, and even ears were covered, and her body trembled uncontrollably with fear.
"Feeling sorry for her?" Penelope asked.
Dashiell merely glanced at Penelope, but his eyes repeatedly returned to Seraphina. Penelope's face remained cold, but her heart was breaking. Why, even at this point, did Dashiell still keep his eyes on Seraphina?
She had no family, no wealth, no honor—nothing. Did Dashiell not have even a shred of pity for her?
"Let her go." Dashiell's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Why?" Penelope let out a light, bitter laugh as tears streamed down her face.
She continued, "I hate her so much in this life, why should I let her off? Since I'm going to die, why not take her with me."
"You don't want to die," Dashiell said bluntly.
Penelope asked, "Do I have a choice?"
Dashiell said, "If you leave now, you have a choice. I didn't call the police, I didn't notify the Monroe family. You can leave!"
Penelope laughed sarcastically. But what good would leaving do? If she left, she would have nothing except her life.
"Penelope, don't make me regret letting you go today," Dashiell said word by word.
Penelope said, "So, you admit it—it was you who took Lyra today."
"Yes, it was me." Dashiell didn't deny it.
"Who are you ?" Penelope was on the verge of breaking down.
The man standing before her was nothing like the Dashiell she had known for over a decade.
"Who I am doesn't matter," Dashiell said indifferently. "What matters is that the Kingsley family ending up like this was inevitable."
"Why!" Penelope couldn't bear to listen any longer.
If it weren't for Dashiell, the Kingsley family wouldn't have ended up like this.
If Lyra died, no one could expose the Kingsley family's crimes.
They could rise again!
Dashiell replied, "Because you messed with someone you shouldn't have!"
Penelope asked with biting sarcasm, "Don't tell me it's Cecilia."
In her mind, she still looked down on Cecilia.
Cecilia might have had some abilities, but she didn't have the power to control everything. Many conspiracies were beyond her reach. She was just cunning, that was all.
"Alaric." Dashiell no longer wanted to hide it from Penelope. There was no need; she was no longer of any use.
Penelope looked at Dashiell in disbelief. When she heard the name "Alaric," her heart suddenly trembled with an instinctive fear.
As if this name carried great destructive power, making her involuntarily afraid.
"Who is he?" Penelope's emotions were collapsing bit by bit.
Alaric was the man the Kingsley family despised the most, just because he was now obstructing the Kingsley family. So they wanted to kill Alaric, never thinking about how capable he was or what background he had.
Penelope even wondered if everything had been a trap set by Alaric, just waiting for their family to fall into the abyss.
Dashiell said again, "He is someone the Kingsley family can never provoke."
"Who is he really!" Penelope roared.
Such a broken voice, even Seraphina, with her ears covered, heard it.
She shivered in fright, visibly terrified. Dashiell glanced at her.
He said, "Does it matter now? What difference does it make if you know who he is? Your family still ended up suffering at his hands."
"I'm not willing!" Penelope was utterly broken.
She didn't care how the Kingsley family lost.
She just couldn't accept that the Kingsley family was now, nothing!
"Survival of the fittest." Dashiell was still indifferent. "Now your only choice is to leave the Yakurosean Empire," he said.
"Don't you want to kill me?" Penelope asked Dashiell.
Dashiell's thin lips pressed tightly.
"Since you're Alaric's person, since I provoked Alaric, why don't you kill me?" Penelope questioned him.
Yet Dashiell didn't answer.
"Is it because you can't bear to?" With expectant eyes, Penelope asked him.
Dashiell's throat moved, and he said, "Yes."
Penelope's eyes instantly filled with tears.
Eager to prove her place in Dashiell's heart, she asked, "Dashiell, did you ever have any feelings for me? Were there moments when you felt something for me?"
Dashiell's throat tightened slightly as he replied, "Yes."
Penelope laughed, her tears intermingling with her laughter. So, Dashiell did have some feelings for her after all. If only there was more time—just a little more time—could she have made Dashiell fall in love with her? Her emotions visibly agitated, she said, "Dashiell, come with me."
Dashiell's eyes moved slightly.
"Come with me and leave the Yakurosean Empire, and I'll let Seraphina go!" Penelope said word by word, clearly.
She thought, 'Trade yourself for Seraphina's life. Are you willing?'
Dashiell didn't answer. He remained silent for a long time. Penelope didn't urge him either. She waited for Dashiell's answer, prepared to wait as long as it took.
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