Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

the tension between Penelope and her colleagues is palpable. Penelope feels isolated and frustrated as she watches Sydney and the others dismiss her presence, igniting a simmering hatred within her. Her thoughts are consumed with a desire for revenge, envisioning Sydney's downfall when her clinical trials inevitably fail.

This dark satisfaction briefly alleviates her anger, highlighting the emotional turmoil Penelope experiences in the face of perceived betrayal and exclusion. As the group enters the elevator, Alan's casual mention of Caleb disrupts the atmosphere, momentarily distracting Sydney from her own thoughts. The mention of her neighbor, whom she hasn't seen in a while, adds a layer of complexity to her character, hinting at her preoccupation with her professional life. Meanwhile, Tiffany seizes the moment to insult Penelope, showcasing the ongoing rivalry and disdain among them.

This interplay of emotions sets the stage for the social dynamics at play within their group. Upon arriving at the lavish party, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. The grandeur of the event, filled with influential figures and notable socialites, creates an air of excitement. Sydney quickly finds herself the center of attention, receiving accolades for her work in cancer research. The admiration from her peers and industry leaders serves to elevate her status, contrasting sharply with Penelope's feelings of resentment and invisibility.

The applause that follows Julian's introduction of Sydney as the lead researcher is a pivotal moment, marking her triumph and solidifying her position in the professional realm. However, Julian's declaration not only propels Sydney into the spotlight but also serves as a reminder of the skepticism she faced due to her youth and rapid rise to prominence. The overwhelming support from her colleagues and the admiration from industry giants begin to erode any lingering doubts about her capabilities.

This moment encapsulates the emotional highs and lows experienced by the characters, particularly Sydney, who grapples with the pressures of success and the weight of expectations while simultaneously feeling the sting of jealousy from those like Penelope. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 305** "Also," Penelope pronounced the word with an exaggerated emphasis, her voice slicing through the air like a knife. "Mm." Sydney feigned ignorance, her demeanor unruffled as she offered only a brief nod of acknowledgment.

She then pivoted toward the elevator doors, her back turned to Penelope. "Alan, let's go." The group stepped into the elevator, their collective indifference a palpable wall that Penelope felt pressing against her chest. Not a single one of them glanced back, as if she were nothing more than a shadow lingering in the corner of their lives. Penelope's jaw clenched, the frustration boiling within her. She watched Sydney with narrowed eyes, a smoldering hatred igniting in her gaze. *That wretched woman,* she thought bitterly. *Just wait until she faces the consequences of her arrogance.

see what remains for her to take pride in.* A cruel smile crept across Penelope's lips at the thought, a dark satisfaction momentarily soothing her anger. Meanwhile, inside the elevator, Alan's voice broke through the tension with a gruff mutter. "What's Caleb been up to lately? Can't even

hadn't brought him up, she might have completely forgotten his existence. Tiffany, her disdain for Penelope well-established, seized the opportunity to deliver a pointed remark. "Mr. Conton, you're not aware? These days, people walk their dogs without leashes all the time. It's a complete disregard for public decency." As

security personnel stationed even at the elevator entrance, creating an air of exclusivity. The four of them stepped into the party hall, where the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and chatter. The room was ablaze with lights, illuminating the faces of notable figures and socialites mingling effortlessly. Alongside Sydney's colleagues from the R&D department were influential individuals from Jouleston, many of whom had significant business

come to show their support. As soon as Sydney and her companions entered, a circle of admirers quickly formed around them, eager to bask in the glow of their presence. "Dr. Conton, I've long admired your work,"

small talk, responded with a curt nod, his attention elsewhere. Tiffany, feeling the pangs of hunger after a long day at the law firm, excused herself and slipped away toward the buffet, her mind on the delicious spread awaiting her. Just as the crowd began to thin, a man caught sight of Sydney and froze, a flicker of recognition lighting up his face. With a quick smile, he approached her, curiosity

their last meeting. Before she could gather her thoughts to respond, a voice from the crowd interjected quietly, "And what is this lady's connection to Mr. Sterling?" "You don't know Ms. Wilson?" Andre looked around, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in

his long legs were encased in impeccably cut trousers. His very presence radiated an aura of cool refinement and commanding authority. He strode directly to Sydney's side, offering a brief greeting to Alan before turning his

round of applause for Sydney." The hall erupted in a wave of astonished murmurs, the sound reverberating through the air. Though she looked remarkably young, the weight of Julian's words silenced any doubt. No one dared