Penelope, who had been seated on the edge of a velvet chair, crossed her legs and scoffed. She tossed her long hair behind her shoulder and said coldly, "Sheesh, Ramos, that's exactly the point. That husband of hers... he's the real problem. That man is the reason we're constantly running into walls."
She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with venom. "Maybe we've been focusing on the wrong person this whole time. What if we stop attacking Abigail... and instead, we bring down that useless man? If we crush him, everything else might crumble."
Ramos turned toward her, intrigued by the idea. "You mean… hit the husband directly?"
Penelope smirked. "Exactly. Take him down. Break his image, ruin his life, destroy whatever makes him stand tall beside her. If he falls, she won't be able to stand either. She's only standing strong because he's holding her up."
