"They're bankrupt. The Williams family's son seems to have gone to Washington, and the two old people are said to have returned to their hometown."
Penelope replied indifferently: "Yeah, it's good to go back to their hometown."
When she left, it was already 8 p.m. Penelope was about to call a driver to pick her up when a strange middle-aged man blocked the road.
Penelope frowned: "Who are you?"
Dylan's heart was filled with complexity. When he actually saw Penelope, he realized that she looked very much like his mother. She was indeed a copy of his mother when she was young.
The man with bright and dark eyes sighed: "Excuse me, are you Penelope?"
Penelope cautiously took a step back, her voice cold as she asked: "Who are you?"
She was sure she didn't know this man, but looking at his neat clothes, his handsome suit, he didn't look like a robber.
Or a kidnapper?
