Meanwhile, outside the residence, on the wide greenery surrounding it, Penny and Slater lay flat on the grass. They were both panting from exhaustion, their hair disheveled, with dirt clinging to parts of their faces and bodies.
Earlier, Penny had chased after him.
Slater thought he was fast enough, but he had underestimated the size of the lot. He should've gone through the front door instead of the back door since his car was in the driveway. If only he had, Penny wouldn't have caught up, and they wouldn't have had to wrestle like children.
"I knew it. It's the ink I was smelling earlier, not alcohol or medicine," she breathed out, her eyes still closed. "How dare you scribble on my face? Are you trying to ruin it?"
"I'll pay for your clinic visit." Slater clicked his tongue. "Don't you know I'm the face of the best aesthetic clinic in Anteca? One word from me, and they'd treat you like the first lady of the country?"
"Do you think I'm cheap?"
