She said sarcastically.
"You're protecting the flour in your arms because you're afraid of being exposed. Why are you pretending? Why don't you enter the entertainment industry with such good acting skills?"
Then Shirley got up and patted the bodyguard who was stunned just now.
"Break the thing in her arms! It was just s jar of flour, she should be acting!"
"That's how you lied to my husband? He trusts you, but I'm not someone to be trifled with!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the bodyguard who had taken a breath walked toward me again.
I held my father's urn of bone ashes tightly in my arms.
The bodyguards couldn't grab the urn from me and looked up at Shirley with questioning gaze.
"If one person can't do it, then come another to help him! My husband will take responsibility if anything happens!"
"Whoever breaks the thing in her arms will be rewarded 20 thousand dollars!"
When the bodyguards around her heard her words, they were all attracted by the so-called 20 thousand dollars.
I lay on the ground and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up! Who's going to call the police for me? I'll give him 200 thousand dollars!"
A group of bodyguards swarmed forward. I rolled on the floor.
"Don't touch me. Get lost! Get lost! Don't touch my dad's bone ashes!"
At this time, the security guards of the hotel finally heard the noise and rushed over.
Shirley lost her patience and hurriedly said, "A group of men can't grab an urn from a woman? Shameless. You don't want the rest of the money, do you!"
Then Shirley turned to the security guard and shouted.
"Don't come over! Or I'll call the police! Stay away from me! Otherwise, I'll ask my husband to buy your hotel! I'll fire you all!"
After Shirley finished speaking, I clearly felt that the bodyguards had used all their strength.
I was surrounded by the legs of the table. There was nowhere for me to hide.
Someone would grab my leg tightly.
With a sudden pull, I was pulled in front of Shirley.
She was so anxious that her face turned red, and the foundation of her makeup couldn't cover.
She put the camera pointed at my face and roared angrily, "Snatch! Why did you pull me here? Do you want me to do it!"
The security guards gradually approached, and Shirley was completely anxious.
Shirley reached out to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground and hit me on the back.