Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 185 He Would Never Touch That Woman

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Penny immediately stood up and opened the door, hearing footsteps coming from the staircase.

They belonged to more than one person.

Then she heard a man's voice.

"Does someone here raise a dog?"

It was Orlando's voice.

Penny quickly retreated back into her room and closed the door.

Anika was about to deny it, but she also heard the barking. What was going on?

Orlando's face darkened. "Get rid of it."

Anika didn't dare to reply. She waited until he entered the room before hurrying downstairs.

At that moment, Penny also came out and grabbed her.

"Anika, didn't you lock Niko up?"

Anika rubbed her head with an apologetic expression.

"I must have forgotten to lock the door. Niko is smart now. As long as it's not locked, it can open the

door by itself."

Anika hurriedly went downstairs. "Ms. Stuart, don't worry. I'll go and lock it up right away."

Penny's heart was pounding. She glanced at the closed door in the corridor and urged, "Hurry, don't let

Mr. Fletcher find it."

Anika nodded and quickly went to the garden.

Niko had been staying in Penny's newly bought house for the past few days. Although the house wasn't

small, it was not as comfortable as the spacious garden.

So as soon as it came back, it opened the door and happily started digging in the garden.

Anika was worried about it being discovered and didn't dare to scold it. Instead, she quickly walked up

to it and led it away.

At this moment, Orlando was standing by the French window. He didn't see the dog, but he did hear a

few barks. It was probably one of the servants here who owned a dog.

He didn't pay it any mind and turned around to continue the meeting in front of him.

Just as he turned around, Niko was being led past the window by Anika.

"Mr. Fletcher, the planning proposal for Prodale County is out. The leaders have added some new

benefits to the previous project, which was originally intended to develop it into a tourist attraction, but

now the planning department has added a few points to the original project. I've sent the details to your

email."

Orlando opened the email and read about the new additions.

Prodale County had beautiful scenery and hadn't been tainted by commercial factors yet. It had a lot of

development potential, and the local government provided strong support. When he visited last time, he

received positive feedback.

Now the planning department had added a few policies to benefit the farmers, allowing the

development of orchards in the local area.

Prodale County was quite far from the city, and although there were a few fruit farmers, transportation

costs had always been a major issue.

In Orlando's email, there were also sincere suggestions from the leaders he had dinner with last time,

hoping that he would visit again.

If he went this time, he would finalize all the plans for the development of Prodale County.

Those leaders were all people who thought in the long term, and Orlando had never put on airs in front

of these people who genuinely cared about the welfare of the people.

The points added by the planning department were excellent, but they needed to be combined with the

local production volume.

If the production volume was large, they could directly establish a production line. If the production

volume was small, they could let tourists enter the orchards as part of the tourism development, which

was also a way to attract visitors.

So, he must go to Prodale County this time.

He called Zane and asked him to include this itinerary, and the meeting was adjourned.

It was already 10 p.m. at this moment.

Orlando rubbed his forehead and unbuttoned his shirt before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

When he came out, he absentmindedly picked up the documents on the side, intending to continue

reading before bed.

But his gaze caught something on the bedside table.

His expression turned cold as he picked up the bottle, but when he saw the words on it, he sneered.

Sensual massage oils.

Was it his grandfather who had placed it here? It was just a step away from dragging him into Penny's

room.

A trace of resistance flashed across his face as he threw the item into the trash can, reaffirming his

belief that he would never touch that woman during the contract period.