Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 186 Finding a Fake Husband

Chapter 186 Finding a Fake Husband

The next morning, Penny waited until Orlando left before heading downstairs.

She had arranged to meet Sandra at a café.

"Sandra, help me find someone to temporarily play the role of my husband," she said.

Sandra, who was sipping her coffee, almost spit it out when she heard this.

"Cough, cough, cough."

She coughed for a while, looking at Penny in disbelief.

"Doesn't Orlando still know your identity?"

Penny nodded, holding the coffee cup in her hands.

In her mind, Orlando was her boss and her benefactor.

But she couldn't completely forget about that night with him.

Besides being too intense and causing her some pain, Orlando's skills were actually quite good.

And that thirty-second kiss, though brief, felt like a hook that had been inserted into her throat,

occasionally scratching her heart.

Penny controlled these emotions rationally, and her gaze towards Orlando remained unchanged.

Once she finished renovating Orlando's house and his first love returned to the country, she would

explain everything to Rex and retire gracefully.

She had never thought about having anything with him, especially since she had her own secret.

Sandra was briefly shocked but realized that Penny was serious. She began to think about potential

candidates in her mind.

Penny looked at Sandra, who was meticulously groomed from head to toe, even her nails were

professionally cared for. Coupled with her expensive clothing and bags, it didn't look like she came

from an ordinary family. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she came from a wealthy

background.

But Sandra was with Trevor, and so far, Trevor believed that she was a waitress. Was he genuinely

innocent or was he accompanying her in acting?

Penny and Sandra had different upbringings. When Penny was in school, she was framed by others,

and when she started working, she encountered all kinds of people, making her highly cautious of

others.

But Sandra was a princess who grew up in an ivory tower, closely watched by her family. Because of

her privileged background, no boys dared to approach her in school.

It was said that there were a few guys in the circle of Chatville who pursued her, but she wasn't

interested. She said those men had the appearance of elites, but all they talked about was finance, and

she was tired of it.

Trevor did have a good-looking face, the kind that would often appear on confession walls at school.

But thinking about what happened last time at the hotel, Penny still had her doubts and couldn't help

but speak up.

"You dress up so meticulously every day, hasn't Trevor become suspicious?"

Upon hearing this, Sandra burst into laughter.

"Trevor is just a typical straight guy. I told him that all these things were cheap knock-offs, and he

believed every word. He even said he would work hard to earn money and buy me designer goods."

When it came to Trevor, Sandra's face lit up with happiness.

"And you don't know that guy has never been with anyone before. Every time we're in bed, he's got

such energy. It's impressive."

Penny wasn't as open as Sandra. She glanced around and sighed.

"Alright, I get it. Why don't you help me with my problem instead?"

"Penny, I don't really have any suitable candidates. The people I know are all part of the same social

circle, and we're bound to run into Orlando in the future. It would blow our cover. If you really want to

keep it a secret from Orlando, it might be better to hire someone yourself."

As soon as Sandra finished speaking, her eyes lit up with an idea.

"Oh, wait! Trevor has a good buddy. Their family backgrounds are similar, and he's not part of our

social circle. He could definitely help us out."

Penny didn't object. Trevor was far removed from her social circle, so the chances of blowing their

cover were extremely low.

"Okay, go ahead and contact him for me."

Sandra dialed Trevor's number.

Meanwhile, Trevor was holding a cigarette, and playing cards with a group of people.

The atmosphere around them was rowdy, with cigarette butts and water bottles littering the floor, and

piles of cash scattered on the table.

Someone teasingly remarked,

"Trevor, I heard you've recently snagged a rich girl. Good for you, man."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.