He only made a living with 200 thousand dollars a month.
Therefore, in the face of a lover, he could only photoshop to gain his lover's trust.
In the end, this idiot really took the bait!
Seeing that I was stunned, Shirley said proudly, "What's wrong? Do you have anything to say? Our wedding was set in next month, but now it's all ruined because of you! If you don't pay me back today, don't even think about leaving!"
Then, Shirley showed the screenshots on her phone to the broadcast room one by one.
She spoke with great confidence.
"My friends, I didn't lie to you, did I? Look carefully the amount of the money? Look at her information. No wonder she is an orphan. She deserves it!"
The more she spoke, the angrier she became.
My expression darkened. I couldn't let Shirley continue messing around at my dad's funeral.
Just as I was about to speak, Shirley rushed forward and slapped me hard in the face.
"Return the money immediately! Otherwise, you vixen I'll tear your face apart!"
This hotel was the largest in the city. At this moment, the guests stopped one after another to see what happened.
They only listened to Shirley's words and pointed at me and scolded me.
"I was wondering why the hotel didn't allow a block booking today. It turns out that there's a big show going on inside!"
"How could this funeral be fake? It's the first time I've heard. The mistress is really bold now!"
"Why can't you do something good at such a young age? Aren't you afraid of going to hell if you ruin other people's relationships!"
Hearing this, Shirley raised her chin high with a proud expression.
She was thirsty after saying so much, so she went straight to the table, picked up the wine glass, and drank it up.
The guests at the table immediately got up and get away from her few meters away.
They looked at me with sympathy in their gaze.
"I advise you not to push your luck," I said coldly. "Who's the mistress? Call Brian and ask him!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Shirley's eyes were suddenly filled with anger.
She picked up another man's glass and threw it at me.
The haute couture worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was destroyed in an instant. If I hadn't dodged quickly, the glass would have hit me!
I took a few deep breaths to suppress my anger.
However, Shirley said to the netizens in her broadcast room,
"Did you see that? Those who can be mistresses are really thick-skinned!"