Chapter 128

Roxanne stood in front of the window with a hot cup of evening coffee clasped In between her hands as her mind went back to earlier today, allowing the day's events to unwind in her mind. Penelope had reacted rather rash to her words. "You think you've become some big shot? You think you can easily take away what I've worked so hard for every single day of my life just because Lance suddenly fancies you?" Penelope had spat, literally. Roxanne flexed her jaws, briefly raising the sleeves of Lance's jacket to wipe off the small droplets of saliva on her face. "Your manners are utterly unpolished." She uttered. "For the so call Heiress of Cube Industries, you're lacking in many ways." Roxanne's words left Penelope with a new wave of dumbfound-ness, leaving her mouth to hang agape for a few seconds before she could finally ask, "What?" "You've worked so hard just to make sure that both you and Lance are encased in this disgusting agreement of yours, yet you still failed. Some may call your