The next moment, I lost my balance and tumbled to the side. To steady myself, I frantically grabbed for something. But when the man saw me stop, he reached out and actually pushed over a nearby vase.
The vase shattered and I frowned at him.
He looked at me and said, "You broke the vase, so you have to pay for it. This vase is an antique, worth millions. You're just a loser. You'll never be able to pay for it in your lifetime!"
Hearing all this, I couldn't help laughing.
I was standing three steps away from the vase, yet the other person claimed I broke it.
I turned to look at Sabrina, asking her with a hint of coldness in my eyes, "What do you think, Miss Hartwell?”
Sabrina glanced at me disdainfully and said, "Didn't my assistant say that you broke the vase? Then just pay up!"
"But you can't even pay for this vase, can you? If you can't, then beg me. Perhaps I can pay for it for you!" "
I took a glance at her, then looked at the other men and women watching around me. At that moment, I understood something.
Sabrina had done this on purpose.
However, I couldn't understand. If she didn't want to marry me, she could have just told me clearly.
Why should she treat me like this?
When I turned to look at Sabrina, she looked at me with a haughty expression and said, "You know, Adrian? Because of you, I've become the laughing stock of this city!"
"A girl as adored as me actually got involved with someone like you!"
She looked at me with utter rage.
When I heard her say this, I understood. So, in her eyes, my marriage was a joke. And that's why she'd framed me.
At that moment, I soon realized how unfortunate my life would be if I married her. She would put me into big troubles. A woman like her was simply unacceptable.
Sabrina looked at me coldly and said, "Adrian, if you just kneel down and beg me and then tell everyone you're not worthy of me, I'll compensate you for this vase!"
Behind her, her male assistant pushed me towards her.
"You hear that? Our Miss Hartwell is compensating you. It's a huge favor for a loser like you!"
"Look at you now, looking so shabby. How can you possibly be worthy of her?"
Off to the side, several of Sabrina’s best friends chuckled, "Lucas, you touched that loser. Wash your hands now. Otherwise, who knows if he has any viruses!" "
"How could this loser think he was worthy of Sabrina?"
"How dare he come knocking on our door!"