"You loser, what do you know? I'm telling you, the price of this vase is something you can’t afford!"
"Besides, do you think you can see the surveillance footage in this club?"
Lucas, standing nearby, suddenly frowned. He looked at me and said, "I'm telling you, not only can you not see the footage, but even if you did, we'd all say you pushed it over. What can you do?" "
My expression had already grown cold, my patience replaced by anger as I listened to his words.
The woman beside Sabrina stared at me with expressions of amusement.
I knew from the beginning that they'd wanted to see me beg for mercy.
"Adrian, I'll give you one last chance!"
"Kneel down now and beg me and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll have to pay over a million dollar in compensation!"
She looked at me, a hint of impatience creeping into her face.
"That's right, loser. Don't you think about it? Someone like you won't even make a million in your lifetime!"
"Just kneel down and beg for mercy and you won't have to pay compensation. What a great deal!"
"Sabrina, I think you shouldn't be polite to people like that!"
"If he doesn't kneel, we'll force him to do it!"
Not far away, a few young men, watching the joke, were holding their phones and laughing at me. "We actually just wanted to see him beg for mercy, but now that he's unwilling, I'll just beat him until he agrees!" "
As he finished speaking, he shouted directly to the bodyguards behind him, "Push him to the ground!"
My face was already grim as I looked at the men before me.
Looking at Sabrina, I said coldly, "You just want money, right? Okay, I'll have someone send it over!"
I pulled out my phone and called the club manager.
"Send one million to the private room on the third floor!"
I hung up the phone and said to Sabrina, "The money will be delivered soon. But if I send someone over, do you dare to accept it?"
