Penelope frowned and looked at him for a while. She thought about it carefully. She didn't know this person at all, and she didn't have such a person among all the customers she had received.

"Ms. Brown, this way please." The people behind her reminded her.

After turning her head to glare at him, Penelope walked towards the man with large strides.

Henry, the man who had just taken her, walked to the man's side and said respectfully, "Boss, I have brought her here."

The man didn't look back at Penelope. He held the golf course in his hand and looked into the distance with his eyes focused. He asked in a voice that was neither light nor light, "Do you know how to play golf?"

Penelope asked with emotion, "Who are you?"

"So your name is Penelope."

"I'm asking you, who are you?" She asked word by word, gritting her teeth.

"The man who f*cked you."

When she heard this sentence, her mind was buzzing and she stared at the man in shock. Her lips trembled a few times. After calming down for a while, she suddenly went crazy like a cat and raised her hand to wave at the man.

But before her hand fell on the man's face, her small body was immediately lifted up by two bodyguards on the left and right, which made her miss.

Henry subconsciously shouted in a low voice, "Don't be presumptuous."

At this time, the man turned around. A handsome face appeared in Penelope's eyes. His facial features were like well-designed works of God. They were perfect and impeccable. His dark eyes were like deep wells of ancient times, which made people unconsciously be deeply attracted.

Upon hearing that, Penelope was stunned. She did not expect that the man who had forced himself onto her was... so handsome.

Wait, what was she thinking about?

She struggled violently and turned to the bodyguards behind her, shouting, "Let me go."

The man made a gesture, and the two bodyguards let her go.

She clenched her little fist and walked angrily to the front of him. She glared at him and said, "You were the one who did it that night."

"That's right."

She had always wanted to know who had slept with her. At the very least, she had to know who had taken her first time. But then, that person had never appeared, so she was treated as if she had been bitten by a dog.

"I was bitten by a dog. It hurts." Upon hearing that, Penelope spat out a mouthful of cold air.

Lucas Johnson narrowed his eyes. He came close to her, and she stepped back. He took another step closer to her, and she stepped back two steps. Then he stopped and stopped moving forward. He said in a tone that was neither cold nor hot, "When a dog bites you, will you show that kind of expression..."

"You..." said Penelope, gritting her teeth. "Just pretend that it was an accident that night. I don't need you to be responsible for it. I'm going to be late. That's it."

She turned around and was about to leave, but several men blocked her way.

Lucas looked at the petite girl in front of him and opened his thin lips with a faint smile. "But I need you to be responsible for it."

What...

Penelope seemed to have heard a big joke, but she couldn't laugh. She had no way back. Without a man's order, it seemed that she couldn't go out at all. She gritted her teeth and looked back at him. "Your joke is not funny at all."

"You think I'm kidding?"

"It doesn't look like it!" Penelope was a little panicked. This man really didn't look like he was joking. She looked around again and found that she couldn't escape. His people were everywhere. What should she do? Compromise!

No, no!

She absolutely could not compromise.

"How should I be responsible for you? Or are you pregnant with my kid?" Penelope glanced at his flat lower abdomen.