Shield Security

Penelope pressed her lips tightly together, her fingertips curling slightly as though she were thinking—or struggling. A few seconds later, she lowered her eyes, shook her head, and gave a soft laugh that was more bitter than tears.

"What plans could I possibly have?" Her voice was slightly hoarse. "Go back to the Muggle world... Treat magic as nothing more than a dream."

Skylar sighed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Miss Clearwater, I don't know whether I should say this... With your talent and looks, you never needed to end up like this." He paused, his gaze calm yet resolute. "That idiot Percy gave you up because he had no eye for worth. One day, when he woke from dreams in the middle of the night, he would definitely regret his decision to abandon you."

Penelope froze for a moment, then looked up and stared into Skylar's eyes.

"If you really can't find a job, I can help you." Skylar leaned back in his chair, speaking as casually as if it were nothing. "I know quite a few people. Arranging a job would not be difficult for me."

Penelope's gaze trembled slightly, her expression complicated. She stared straight at Skylar, as though trying to figure out why he was helping her. In the end, she could not help asking, "...Why are you so good to me?"

Skylar smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"You're overthinking it, Miss Clearwater." His tone was relaxed, as though they were discussing something utterly insignificant. "To me, this is only a small favor. Really, it takes no effort at all."

As Penelope looked at him, at that confident and composed manner of his, Percy from years ago surfaced in her mind. She had once seen that same expression on Percy's