I couldn't help but sneer. Any one of those things would be worth as much as their monthly income.
After I agreed to a dynastic marriage arrangement.
My parents were very concerned about this marriage, so they helped to select and check everything, fearing that I would neglect Damien.
But he thought the item I gave him was fake.
Damien smiled contemptuously and said:
"Scarlett, stop pretending to be rich. How can someone like you come up with so much money? Why would you rack your brains to marry into a wealthy family?"
But I was too lazy to pay attention to him and stood up lazily.
"Then go back and take a good look to see if those things are genuine."
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I will contact the police to collect evidence. Since we can't resolve it privately, we will go through legal procedures."
I didn't want to bother with them any more in the Velvet Rope Lounge, so I turned and left.
When I got home that night, I received a call from Damien. Her irritable voice came from the other end:
"Scarlett, I threw the things you sent me into the warehouse as trash. I just saw them today. They have the Dubois Family logo on them. Tell me the truth, how did you get them?"
I was a little surprised. How could this person be so stupid?
Didn’t you realize that my last name is also Dubois? Isn’t that an easy guess?
The only explanation is that he never thought about it in this way at all.
He never looked down on me from the beginning.
I remained silent, and Damien on the other end of the phone gradually became irritable.
"You are so tired of living that you even dared to steal things from the Dubois Family. How did you get them? How do you return them? If you offend Mr. Laurent Dubois III, don't let me get involved."
It turned out that he recognized those things as genuine.
Just then my father drove over to pick me up for dinner. I was too lazy to argue any further and just left a message.
"Then you decide for yourself. If you don't cancel the engagement, you'll be the one who'll be embarrassed tomorrow."
After that, I hung up the phone and got into my dad's car.
When I got home for dinner, I explained the situation to my parents, "Damien is not a good person. His private life is chaotic. I will change the groom for tomorrow's wedding."
My parents looked at each other in confusion, "What's going on? Who is the groom?"