The tall figure was cast on the frosted glass and when I was going to move, my lower body was slightly painful. My heart trembled and I quickly bent down to pick up the clothes and put them on.

I walked towards the door with my back hunched. While I was walking to the door, I paused, took out a stack of money and put it on the coffee table. I left the room decisively.

Just as I let out a sigh of relief, my father called me, "Tomorrow is your aunt, Luna's 50th birthday. I need to discuss something with Richard. Ask him to go home."

I thought for a moment and called Richard. There was a burst of laughter from the other side, "Husband, I want you to feed me! Is it that the old woman?"

Richard's low laugh came, "Be nice, just one minute."

I took a deep breath and pretended not to hear, "Richard, go back to the old house tomorrow. It's Luna's birthday and dad asked you to go home."

The sound on other side hummed, "I will prepare a gift and pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night."

After that, the phone was hung up with a snap. I could imagine the scene of Afro pestering Richard to feed her with a sweet smile.

Looking at the bruise on my arm, I suddenly felt a sense of revenge. I sighed dejectedly after a moment.

The next day, I prepared everything and put on light makeup to improve my complexion. At six o'clock, Richard was nowhere to be seen and could not reach.

After several times, I left her a message and went over first. I brought the gifts to the old house and found that the guests were all there.

Seeing that I was alone, my father said dissatisfiedly, "Where is my son-in-law? So many guests are here, why don't you come with him?"

Luna Ortish glanced at me lightly, "Ronald, don't embarrass Quinni. With her stubborn personality, it's normal that your son-in-law doesn't like to come with her." She raised her wrist unconsciously, revealing the eight-treasure imperial green bracelet.

I couldn't help but shrink my eyes. That was my mother's dowry and it was custom-made by my grandfather from a foreign master.

My father showed a little impatience, "Call him and make sure he’s coming."

I lowered my eyebrows and head, as I was about to perfunctorily pass it over. The next second, there was a noise outside the door. I looked up and saw Richard in a white suit and red bow tie at the door.

Meanwhile, Afro Cartier, who was next to him, was wearing a white dress.