ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE
Chapter 102: DON’T TOUCH HIS PENGUIN

Chapter 102: DON’T TOUCH HIS PENGUIN

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"Now, do you understand what I mean by, we do not need all of these?" Chris asked.

"Penelope, I’m doing this for the Madman’s good. And you too." He said. "If the Adkins lawyers are to find out he had hurt himself because of you, you’ll be kicked out of the mansion for good." Penny almost scoffed at his words, as if that wasn’t what they all wanted.

Darlington who had been listening till this very moment didn’t quite understand what was going on.

Was this that little Peterson boy? When did he get so big too? And why was he bossing his granddaughter-in-law around?

But just like his grandson, Darlington could not do anything. It seems he was also playing the role of the blind helpless old man too.

"I’ll ask the guards to come take them all out later and sell them off to people who really need it," Chris said.

"The madman does not need any of these. He’s too mad, and neither do you deserve it, Penelope, you’re not normal either." Chris said.

"You need to know the rules of this family. Yes, the lawyers may have put you in charge and made you feel special, but you’re not special Penelope. In fact, you’re still the helpless girl I used to speak to back then."

"You’re still the fat ugly Penelope. You’ll never be anything close to us. We’re still above you and you must obey us." Chris stated.

"You can call the lawyers if you want, but just know this Penelope, you cannot fight all of us and you’ll never have peace doing it. The only way to leave in peace is by obeying us." His eyes darted to the two men behind Penelope.

One staring in a direction and the other playing with his hair. Then he stopped to look at Chris. His golden eyes glowed beneath the bright chandelier.

Chris moved back a little, his eyes never leaving Osvaldo even for a minute. Ariana had confessed sleeping in his room and his touching her had turned her into something else, he couldn’t risk that either. He was only here to exact dominance on Penny and would leave once he was done.

"I’ve heard everything you said, Master Chris," Penny said in a mocking tone. "And I still don’t think you have a right to take anything out." She said.

"Maybe you’re a little short on cash and need money urgently and you’re just too scared to ask." Penny smiled.

"Well, worry no more, because I will provide you the money you need." Then she turned to Barnaby.

"Barnaby."

"Yes, Miss Penny." Barnaby matched forward, the butler of all of the Adkins estate.

"Look at him." The older man’s eyes went to Chris.

"Do you think he deserves all the luxury they have in the penthouse?" Barnaby’s lips twitched. What was his Miss Penny doing now, was she trying to cause more trouble for him?

He couldn’t answer that question. It would make him the scapegoat.

"W... Well ma’am..."

"They have all the luxury in the world in that house, yet want to take away the little decorations I’ve put here Barnaby. Is that fair?"

"I’m not taking it away because..."

"Do you see a scratch on Mr Osvaldo’s body Chris?" Penny asked and then moved over to Osvaldo as she pushed him forward.

She snatched the towel from around his neck, displaying his perfect toned abs for everyone including Chris who felt a little intimidated to see.

Chris had no idea how this madman was able to be so built with the perfect body, even without stepping out a day in his life. Muscles aren’t something people just have, they have to work so hard for it. Lift weight and do other things.

"Now show me what injury is on his body aside from the one you all administered to him?" Penny asked and Chris frowned. He knew he was losing this argument. When did Penny get this stubborn?

Osvaldo gladly turned around, feeling proud his Penguin was checking him out. But his eyes never left the man before them.

"There doesn’t have to be a mark on his skin before doing what is right Penelope."

"What is right Chris?" Penny asked. "Emptying the owner’s Penthouse and depriving him of the satisfaction of luxury because you say so?" She asked with a smile, not moving away from Osvaldo after placing the towel around his neck again even if she had to stand at the top of her toe.

"If we’re judging by your rule, I don’t think you or your family deserve the luxury you have in the main house." Chris’s eyes suddenly turned wide at her words, then his frown deepened.

"You wouldn’t dare Penelope. You want to make me your enemy." Chris said.

"Really?" Penny laughed. "Like I care." She turned to Barnaby.

"Gather the guards, I want everything in the Adkin’s main mansion moved and sold. They’re way beneath me and don’t deserve any luxury. I’ll put them in their place." She said and Barnaby went to work.

"What do you think you’re doing Penelope?!" Chris barked turning to Barnaby.

"You better not move an inch from where you are you fool. I’ll deal with you if you touch anything in that mansion." He turned to Barnaby.

"I’m sorry Master Chris, but Miss Penelope has spoken and her words are final," Barnaby said and started walking away. He went ahead to gather the guards and servants as Penny had asked.

"How dare you do this, Penelope?" Chris thundered as he stormed toward her, grabbing her arms with both hands and yanking her so hard that she stumbled into his chest.

His grip was brutal. His breath was hot with rage.

"No one can protect you from me, Penelope. If you don’t tell them to stop..."

CRASH!!

A loud shatter cut through the room like lightning splitting the sky.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Chris staggered backward, his scream piercing the air. His hand flew to the back of his head, and when he pulled it back, blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The sharp edges of a broken vase glittered on the marble floor around him, dripping with crimson.

His breath hitched.

Then his eyes went to the madman, Osvaldo stood like a shadow risen from the underworld, one arm protectively around Penelope while the other gently lifted her hand, inspecting her fingers as if they were made of glass.

Like nothing else in the world mattered.

How dare Chris look down on his Penguin?

How dare this nothingness, mess with his Penguin?