The Good Girl's Revenge

In front of the bar, two hooligans in slippers walked over. When they saw Penelope and Meredith, their eyes lit up and they stopped.

"Beauties, you're drunk. Do you want us to send you home?" One hooligan who was in black said maliciously. He kept glancing at Penelope and Meredith with his sneaky eyes.

The other hooligan dressed in red laughed, stepped forward and reached out his hand.

Penelope blushed and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the two hooligans. She frowned impatiently and waved her hand, "Get out of here.”

"Oh, a hot-tempered beauty.”

The two hooligans didn't take it seriously. Instead, they started laughing, one on the left and the other on the right, approaching in slowly.

The hooligan dressed in black grabbed Penelope's arm and touched, "Tsk tsk, it's fair and tender, ah."

Before he could finish speaking, the hooligan dressed in black let out a scream.

When Penelope was caught by him on the wrist, she flew into a rage and she squinted. She kicked him directly without thinking and hit the private part of the hooligan.

The other hooligan was startled. He looked at the pair of pointed stiletto sandals on Penelope's feet and saw his fellow's miserable state. There was also a dull pain in his private part.

"Stay away, get lost."

People who had drunk too much had a strange look on their faces. But Meredith was normal. Penelope looked like having not drunk. She was like a firecracker that could be ignited easily.

The only difference was that when she was drunk, she was unconscious.

She patted Meredith on the shoulder, "You, stay here. Be good. Be good. I, burp... I'll come back soon.”

After the serious instructions, Penelope locked her eyes on the hooligan dressed in red with a serious face and reached out, "You, come here."

The hooligan who was in red was in a daze for a second, hesitated, and moved over with confusion. The next second.

"Ah..."

Penelope made a sudden move without any struggle. She was holding a leather bag full of sharp rhinestones and slammed it hard on the head of the hooligan who was in red. The moment it fell down, bloodstains were left on his forehead.

The hooligan who was in red was in so much pain that he grimaced and glared at Penelope after he touched his face, "Damn it, bitch."

He rushed up and want to teach Penelope a lesson. Penelope frowned and wasn't afraid of danger at all. She raised the "sharp weapon” in her hands and rushed over.

The head of the hooligan who was in red was still painful, so he was a little afraid of the bag and was fearful. He wanted to hide in an instant, but he was stumbled by the stone pier behind him inadvertently.

Penelope immediately pounced on the hooligan and rode boldly on him. She kept hitting the hooligan on the forhead rudely with the "murder weapon" in her hand

Every time it hit on him, it looked painful and the hooligan screamed.

When Damian arrived, he saw such a ferocious scene. The corner of his mouth twitched violently and he walked over speechless to pull her up.

The two hooligans immediately ran off, helping each other.

"Who..."

Penelope yelled and threw the bag in her hand backward. Damian dodged quickly and intercepted the "murder weapon" in her hand conveniently.

At this time, Derek also arrived. His target was naturally Meredith, who was about to fall asleep standing nearby.

"Boss, then she...” Damian wanted to say something.

Derek waved his hand, "You're in charge of sending Penelope back. I will go first.”

Damian: "..."

Penelope was much quieter now, perhaps because she had exerted too much force just now. Her eyes were half-open and it didn't know what she was looking at. She stood still and let herself helped by him.

Damian looked at the woman in his hand and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He could only accept his fate and dragged her into the car.

On the other side.

Derek took the drunk Meredith back to DX Garden Community. After entering the room, he changed Meredith's clothes and got a hot towel to wipe her hands and face without complaint. Meredith, who had always been very quiet, suddenly began to struggle. She looked at the man in front of her in a daze. Then her tears suddenly started to flow, which made Derek be at a loss. "Meredith, what's wrong with you? Don't cry. Are you feeling unwell? Tell me if you feel unwell..." "You bastard, why did you do this to me? why did you lie to me..."

Meredith suddenly stood up and punched him with tears. Although her fists were soft and weak, they hit Derek and still made him feel painful.

"Woo woo, why are you lying to me? I don't want to be with you. I'm so scared, so scared...”

She cried miserably and spoke incoherently, but Derek understood and could not help but hold her tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Meredith. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'm sorry..."

After some time, Meredith's crying gradually faded and she fell asleep.

Derek gently picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. Looking at her swollen eyes and nose, he gave her a tender kiss.

He leaned against Meredith's forehead and sighed in his heart. Meredith, what should I do with you?

Compared to Derek, Damian was not easy, and it almost could be regarded as a disaster. Penelope had been making trouble almost since she got in the car.

"Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go, let me go..."

Damian was sullen. He finally buckled her seat belt but got kicked a few times. As soon as he drove, the dead woman started making trouble.

Both of her hands were hanging on the window and half of her head was going out. She could stretch her head out if she wanted. There was nothing dangerous anyway because the half-open window was small.

But...

"Help, here is a rape. Here is a rape, help..."

With a piercing sound, Damian slammed on the brakes. He looked at the woman beside him with a sullen face and wished he could strangle her.

Seeing the car stop, Penelope stopped howling and looked at him in a daze. Then she burped and laughed.

Damian: "..."

Just like that, as soon as he drove, the woman started to make trouble. When he stopped, she became quiet. He finally drove to his apartment with great difficulties.

It was not a long journey, but Damian felt like he was about to go mad, so he carried the woman upstairs angrily.

When they finally got home, he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief. But when they went upstairs,

"Oh..."

Damian: "..."

He stopped, stiffened, and froze at the stairs, feeling the warmth and wetness of his back, and the peculiar smell in the air.

Damian's face was livid and he gritted his teeth. He was shaking with anger, and he was about to break down.

"Penelope..."

He now regretted why he picked up this woman. If he called the boss directly and stayed at home, this would not happen.