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"Shameless whore! Disgusting!"
One of Tiffany's bridesmaids marched up to me, grabbing a glass of wine and throwing it in my face.
Seeing this, her other bridesmaids followed suit.
Within seconds, I was drenched from head to toe. My hair clung to my scalp, wet and sticky from the wine, dripping steadily onto the floor.
I had never been so humiliated.
Mike, watching my misery, didn't even flinch. Instead, he grinned obsequiously at Tiffany, eager for her approval.
"Tiffany, were you satisfied with my performance just now?"
Tiffany leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you, babe. Mwah!"
Then she turned her disdainful gaze back to me. "Why are you still standing here? Don't tell me you expect to be invited to my engagement banquet?"
Suddenly, as if something had occurred to her, Tiffany pulled out a wad of cash and flung it at my face.
"You've been pestering Mike for money, haven't you? Here's some cash for you, a little reward. Now get lost! If you dare bother Mike again, I won't be so nice next time."
I wiped the wine off my face and glared at Tiffany with fury. As for the scattered cash on the floor, I didn't even glance at it.
Jackson, a simple and honest man, had raised such an arrogant and unreasonable daughter.
Tiffany sneered, "What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough? Well, guess what? That's all trash like you is worth."
I chuckled bitterly. "Does your father know how generously you throw money around?"
Jackson's monthly salary was only about twenty thousand, and yet Tiffany was tossing away half of it like it was nothing.
I wondered what Jackson would think if he saw this.
Tiffany's smile faltered, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes. "This is pocket change—barely enough for a meal. Why would I care?"
I glanced between Mike and Tiffany and sneered. "A lie repeated enough times even fools the liar. You, Tiffany, are nothing more than a fake princess."
My words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.
People stared at us, dumbfounded, unsure of what to believe.
"She's crazy. She's completely lost it, making up nonsense and even questioning Tiffany's background."
"Haha, I've known Tiffany for years. I can guarantee she's the real deal."
"She's been studying at the Royal Academy in England since she was a kid. You can't even get into a school like that without money or connections."
The crowd quickly recovered and began mocking me again.
After all, most of the people here were Tiffany's friends.
They only knew the version of her that Tiffany carefully portrayed—a wealthy heiress who had studied abroad at the prestigious Royal Academy in England.
But I knew the truth.
Tiffany's enrollment at the Royal Academy was thanks entirely to my father's help.
He had written a glowing recommendation to the academy's head, taking pity on Jackson, who had been struggling to raise Tiffany on his own.
I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow.
Jackson had spent years scrimping and saving, working tirelessly from dawn to dusk. Despite his hefty salary, he never bought anything for himself.
Most of his earnings had gone toward supporting Tiffany's education, hoping she'd succeed and change her destiny.
Instead, she had become a vain, materialistic parasite.
Encouraged by the crowd, Tiffany quickly shook off her momentary unease and glared at me.
"You little tramp. You just don't know when to quit. I'll teach you a lesson today."
With that, Tiffany raised her hand to slap me again.
But this time, I dodged effortlessly and slapped her back instead.
"This slap," I said coldly, "is from your father, to teach you a lesson."
Everyone was stunned.
No one could believe that I had the audacity to slap Tiffany.
"Is she out of her mind? How dare she hit Tiffany?"
"This hotel belongs to Tiffany's family! Tiffany definitely won't let her get away with this."
"There was a girl back when Tiffany was studying abroad who crossed her.
Tiffany had people humiliate her, uploaded the videos online, and in the end, that girl slit her wrists and killed herself."
Some people shot me malicious glances, as if they were already imagining my tragic fate.
Tiffany was furious, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "Mike, what are you still standing there for? Beat this bitch to death for me!"
One of Tiffany's bridesmaids marched up to me, grabbing a glass of wine and throwing it in my face.
Seeing this, her other bridesmaids followed suit.
Within seconds, I was drenched from head to toe. My hair clung to my scalp, wet and sticky from the wine, dripping steadily onto the floor.
I had never been so humiliated.
Mike, watching my misery, didn't even flinch. Instead, he grinned obsequiously at Tiffany, eager for her approval.
"Tiffany, were you satisfied with my performance just now?"
Tiffany leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you, babe. Mwah!"
Then she turned her disdainful gaze back to me. "Why are you still standing here? Don't tell me you expect to be invited to my engagement banquet?"
Suddenly, as if something had occurred to her, Tiffany pulled out a wad of cash and flung it at my face.
"You've been pestering Mike for money, haven't you? Here's some cash for you, a little reward. Now get lost! If you dare bother Mike again, I won't be so nice next time."
I wiped the wine off my face and glared at Tiffany with fury. As for the scattered cash on the floor, I didn't even glance at it.
Jackson, a simple and honest man, had raised such an arrogant and unreasonable daughter.
Tiffany sneered, "What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough? Well, guess what? That's all trash like you is worth."
I chuckled bitterly. "Does your father know how generously you throw money around?"
Jackson's monthly salary was only about twenty thousand, and yet Tiffany was tossing away half of it like it was nothing.
I wondered what Jackson would think if he saw this.
Tiffany's smile faltered, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes. "This is pocket change—barely enough for a meal. Why would I care?"
I glanced between Mike and Tiffany and sneered. "A lie repeated enough times even fools the liar. You, Tiffany, are nothing more than a fake princess."
My words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.
People stared at us, dumbfounded, unsure of what to believe.
"She's crazy. She's completely lost it, making up nonsense and even questioning Tiffany's background."
"Haha, I've known Tiffany for years. I can guarantee she's the real deal."
"She's been studying at the Royal Academy in England since she was a kid. You can't even get into a school like that without money or connections."
The crowd quickly recovered and began mocking me again.
After all, most of the people here were Tiffany's friends.
They only knew the version of her that Tiffany carefully portrayed—a wealthy heiress who had studied abroad at the prestigious Royal Academy in England.
But I knew the truth.
Tiffany's enrollment at the Royal Academy was thanks entirely to my father's help.
He had written a glowing recommendation to the academy's head, taking pity on Jackson, who had been struggling to raise Tiffany on his own.
I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow.
Jackson had spent years scrimping and saving, working tirelessly from dawn to dusk. Despite his hefty salary, he never bought anything for himself.
Most of his earnings had gone toward supporting Tiffany's education, hoping she'd succeed and change her destiny.
Instead, she had become a vain, materialistic parasite.
Encouraged by the crowd, Tiffany quickly shook off her momentary unease and glared at me.
"You little tramp. You just don't know when to quit. I'll teach you a lesson today."
With that, Tiffany raised her hand to slap me again.
But this time, I dodged effortlessly and slapped her back instead.
"This slap," I said coldly, "is from your father, to teach you a lesson."
Everyone was stunned.
No one could believe that I had the audacity to slap Tiffany.
"Is she out of her mind? How dare she hit Tiffany?"
"This hotel belongs to Tiffany's family! Tiffany definitely won't let her get away with this."
"There was a girl back when Tiffany was studying abroad who crossed her.
Tiffany had people humiliate her, uploaded the videos online, and in the end, that girl slit her wrists and killed herself."
Some people shot me malicious glances, as if they were already imagining my tragic fate.
Tiffany was furious, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "Mike, what are you still standing there for? Beat this bitch to death for me!"
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