he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 122: Chapter 122
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Mike stood there dumbfounded, staring at me, seemingly unable to process what had just happened.
In his memory, I had always been the soft, gentle, and considerate woman. He had never seen this sharp and unrelenting side of me before.
"Mike! Are you deaf?"
Tiffany's voice was almost menacing, on the verge of eating someone alive.
"Ah..."
Mike snapped back to reality, clumsily reaching out to support Tiffany. "Tiffany, are you alright? Let me check your wound."
Tiffany shoved him aside with a snarl. "Are you deliberately bringing this bitch here to ruin my engagement banquet? You don't want to marry me, do you?"
Mike immediately tried to appease her. "How could that be? Marrying you is my dream. I love you and only you with all my heart."
Tiffany glared at me, her teeth clenched so hard they could crack. "Then beat this bitch to death for me! It's either her or me today."
"Alright!"
But before Mike could move, the hotel security guards barged in.
The head of security scanned the scene and asked, "What's going on here? What happened?"
Mike, as if seeing a lifeline, immediately pointed at me.
"You're here just in time! Arrest this crazy woman right now. I want to punish her severely and make her pay for everything she's done today!"
The guards didn't recognize me since I rarely appeared in public.
Moreover, my father had instructed the hotel manager to ensure the highest level of treatment for today's engagement banquet, treating the couple as if they were his own children. A team of security guards had been specifically assigned to maintain order, with strict instructions to ensure nothing went wrong.
The head of security quickly walked over to Tiffany, bending slightly at the waist. "Miss, what's going on?"
Seeing how respectful the guard was, the crowd gasped, immediately understanding the situation.
So it was true. This hotel really belonged to Tiffany's family.
She was, indeed, a legitimate heiress.
Mike, on the other hand, grinned maliciously. "See? I told you this hotel is Tiffany's! Causing trouble here? You must have a death wish!"
"Really?"
I smirked coldly.
Mike, irritated that his threat had no effect on me, grew even more enraged.
He turned to Tiffany and egged her on. "Tiffany, order the guards to arrest her already and teach her a lesson!"
Tiffany didn't hesitate and immediately shouted at the guards, "Arrest this bitch who's ruining my engagement banquet!"
The guards surrounded me.
I remained unfazed, my voice icy. "I'd like to see who dares touch me. Do you all want to lose your jobs?"
The guards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances, their expressions showing traces of apprehension.
Mike burst into laughter. "Who are you trying to scare, bitch? Someone who doesn't know better might actually think this hotel belongs to you!"
I turned to look at him, smiling faintly. "You're absolutely right—this hotel does belong to me."
Mike froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "She's gone mad, completely insane! This hotel is clearly Tiffany's. Didn't you see how respectful the guards are to her?"
The others also looked at me like I was a lunatic.
I said flatly, "Is that so? Then why don't you ask her directly? Let's see if she dares to admit that this hotel belongs to her."
Mike's smirk grew wider, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Tiffany, this crazy woman has obviously lost her mind. Quickly have your family's guards arrest her, so she doesn't keep spouting nonsense!"
Tiffany's face froze, her brows furrowing deeply. Her expression became complicated, as if she were worried about something.
"Tiffany?"
Mike called her name again, puzzled.
Tiffany snapped out of her daze and stammered, "Arrest... arrest... her... quickly..."
Her voice was noticeably weaker this time, tinged with hesitation and a lack of confidence.
The guards didn't move immediately. Instead, they turned to look at their captain.
In his memory, I had always been the soft, gentle, and considerate woman. He had never seen this sharp and unrelenting side of me before.
"Mike! Are you deaf?"
Tiffany's voice was almost menacing, on the verge of eating someone alive.
"Ah..."
Mike snapped back to reality, clumsily reaching out to support Tiffany. "Tiffany, are you alright? Let me check your wound."
Tiffany shoved him aside with a snarl. "Are you deliberately bringing this bitch here to ruin my engagement banquet? You don't want to marry me, do you?"
Mike immediately tried to appease her. "How could that be? Marrying you is my dream. I love you and only you with all my heart."
Tiffany glared at me, her teeth clenched so hard they could crack. "Then beat this bitch to death for me! It's either her or me today."
"Alright!"
But before Mike could move, the hotel security guards barged in.
The head of security scanned the scene and asked, "What's going on here? What happened?"
Mike, as if seeing a lifeline, immediately pointed at me.
"You're here just in time! Arrest this crazy woman right now. I want to punish her severely and make her pay for everything she's done today!"
The guards didn't recognize me since I rarely appeared in public.
Moreover, my father had instructed the hotel manager to ensure the highest level of treatment for today's engagement banquet, treating the couple as if they were his own children. A team of security guards had been specifically assigned to maintain order, with strict instructions to ensure nothing went wrong.
The head of security quickly walked over to Tiffany, bending slightly at the waist. "Miss, what's going on?"
Seeing how respectful the guard was, the crowd gasped, immediately understanding the situation.
So it was true. This hotel really belonged to Tiffany's family.
She was, indeed, a legitimate heiress.
Mike, on the other hand, grinned maliciously. "See? I told you this hotel is Tiffany's! Causing trouble here? You must have a death wish!"
"Really?"
I smirked coldly.
Mike, irritated that his threat had no effect on me, grew even more enraged.
He turned to Tiffany and egged her on. "Tiffany, order the guards to arrest her already and teach her a lesson!"
Tiffany didn't hesitate and immediately shouted at the guards, "Arrest this bitch who's ruining my engagement banquet!"
The guards surrounded me.
I remained unfazed, my voice icy. "I'd like to see who dares touch me. Do you all want to lose your jobs?"
The guards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances, their expressions showing traces of apprehension.
Mike burst into laughter. "Who are you trying to scare, bitch? Someone who doesn't know better might actually think this hotel belongs to you!"
I turned to look at him, smiling faintly. "You're absolutely right—this hotel does belong to me."
Mike froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "She's gone mad, completely insane! This hotel is clearly Tiffany's. Didn't you see how respectful the guards are to her?"
The others also looked at me like I was a lunatic.
I said flatly, "Is that so? Then why don't you ask her directly? Let's see if she dares to admit that this hotel belongs to her."
Mike's smirk grew wider, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Tiffany, this crazy woman has obviously lost her mind. Quickly have your family's guards arrest her, so she doesn't keep spouting nonsense!"
Tiffany's face froze, her brows furrowing deeply. Her expression became complicated, as if she were worried about something.
"Tiffany?"
Mike called her name again, puzzled.
Tiffany snapped out of her daze and stammered, "Arrest... arrest... her... quickly..."
Her voice was noticeably weaker this time, tinged with hesitation and a lack of confidence.
The guards didn't move immediately. Instead, they turned to look at their captain.
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