I said coldly, "The one on your neck is fake. I didn't expect that Wallace, a president, to propose with a fake necklace."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Vera was so angry that her chest heaved.

Her son pouted and helped Vera. "Get lost, you ugly woman! You are jealous of my mom because she have stolen your husband."

Zoya quickly covered the boy's mouth to stop him from speaking.

Otherwise, others might find out that she was a mistress.

"The real one is at my house, and you're showing off with a fake. I'm ashamed of you. Go home and look in the mirror. The implant in your nose is crooked."

She was exposed in public, so she raised her hand to slap me.

I dodged and slapped her hard.

"Stop!"

There came a voice, and the boy ran over and looked up at his father. He complained, "The bad woman wanted to bully Mom. Dad, get someone to beat her up."

As soon as Vera saw Wallace coming out of the bathroom, she burst into tears and said softly, "I... I don't blame her. I know Valery is angry at me. It's OK for her to vent her anger to me. It's all because I love you too much and can't give you to her."

There was disgust in Wallace's eyes.

"Valery, I'm disappointed with you. You used to be obedient, but now you use such despicable means to attract my attention. You are so shameless."

He held Vera in his arms and patted her gently to comfort her.

I was about to speak when I saw the boy holding a high-heeled shoe. The sharp heel was pointing at my thigh, so I quickly dodged.

I held the boy's clothes and grabbed the high heel.

I did what he wanted to do to me to him.

He suddenly screamed in pain.

Zoya rushed over and tore my hair.

"How dare you bully my son?"

I was tough.

"He's just a bastard. Why should I be afraid of him?"

I fought with them and soon gained the upper hand. Vera had a bruised face and messy hair. She was pinned to the ground by me, but my clothes were neat, and I didn't even breathe heavily.

Wallace shamelessly joined in and wanted to kick me.

However, someone stopped him.

"Stop!"

Wallace was so indignant that his index finger almost touched my nose. "You must be the store manager. Deal with this lunatic. I don't want to see her."

The store manager looked at me. Then, he turned to look at Wallace.

"I'm sorry. She is our distinguished guest. Please don't boss her around."

Everyone present was stunned.