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"Jackson!"
Realizing something was terribly wrong, I rushed forward to support him.
But I was too late. His eyes had already lost focus, and he lay motionless on the ground.
I pulled out my phone to call for an ambulance, but it was water-damaged from earlier and wouldn't turn on.
"Call an ambulance! My phone isn't working. Somebody, please call an ambulance!"
I looked around desperately, pleading for help.
Nobody responded.
Mike smirked coldly. "What does this have to do with us? You can take care of your own hired actor!"
I hadn't expected Mike to be so heartless, standing by as if nothing had happened.
His shamelessness had once again exceeded my expectations.
I didn't have time to argue with him. Instead, I turned my focus to Tiffany, shouting, "Why are you still standing there? Call an ambulance! He's your father!"
Tiffany looked flustered, instinctively reaching for her phone.
But Mike stopped her. "Quit the theatrics. That old man has nothing to do with us. Save your energy for dealing with your mess!"
"Tiffany, that shabby old man dared to pretend to be your dad. Just let him be. If he dies, so be it."
Tiffany bit her lip and said nothing, slowly retreating behind Mike.
Her refusal to act only encouraged everyone else to remain bystanders.
"Tiffany! Are you really going to watch your own father collapse like this? Do you have no conscience?"
My eyes reddened, and I shouted at her furiously.
How could such a daughter exist in this world?
For the sake of her vanity, she was willing to let her father die.
"Oh, look at her. She's so worked up! I bet that's actually her dad, isn't it? Look at her about to cry."
Mike burst into laughter, his voice dripping with mockery. "Tiffany, I'm telling you, that old man is probably this scheming woman's dad. What's the phrase? Serves her right!"
Tiffany still didn't speak, lowering her head further and refusing to face the scene in front of her.
"You... You cold-blooded murderers! If something happens to Jackson, I'll make sure you all pay!"
My furious gaze swept across Mike and the others before landing on a nearby security guard. "You! Call an ambulance!"
The guard froze, awkwardly raising his hands. "I... We're not allowed to carry phones during work hours."
I didn't waste time arguing with him. My eyes fell on the walkie-talkie in his hand, and I snatched it away.
"There's someone unconscious in the banquet hall. Get an ambulance here immediately!"
Soon, the hotel manager rushed over with a group of staff.
When he saw me, a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Miss—"
Before he could finish, I interrupted him and pointed to Jackson. "Get Jackson to the emergency room now!"
"Right away!"
The manager nodded and began instructing his subordinates to get to work.
Mike immediately panicked and shouted to stop them: "Stop! Who gave you the right to touch that old man? Let him go right now!"
The manager looked at Mike in confusion. "And you are?"
Mike straightened his back, full of confidence. "I am your Miss Tiffany's fiancé."
The manager turned to look at me.
I couldn't be bothered to respond. "Ignore this idiot. Focus on saving the old man."
"Understood."
The manager continued directing his people.
"You all must be tired of working here, huh? Ignoring the orders of Miss Tiffany's fiancé? Do you believe I won't have you all fired immediately?"
Mike stomped his foot in anger and ran forward, blocking the manager and his team from proceeding.
The manager glared at him coldly and snapped, "Move! I only take orders from Miss Tiffany!"
Mike's face lit up with delight. He tilted his head toward Tiffany and yelled,
"Tiffany! They only listen to you. Hurry and give the order! Don't let them carry that old geezer away. That bitch needs to pay for what she did today!"
Smack!
Before Tiffany could say a word, the manager slapped Mike across the face, glaring at him fiercely.
"Stop your nonsense and get lost! Or I won't hold back."
Mike clutched his cheek, disbelief written all over his face. "You... you're just a lowly manager! How dare you hit me? Don't you know I'm your Miss Tiffany's fiancé?"
The manager turned to me and asked, "Miss, do you know this man?"
I responded coldly, "No. If he dares to block the way again, beat him to a pulp."
"Got it. Beat him!"
The manager, who was already fed up with Mike, didn't hesitate anymore.
The security guards swarmed in and began punching and kicking Mike.
"Tiffany, help me! Help me!"
Mike screamed as he was beaten, looking utterly pathetic.
His cries for help were drowned out by the sounds of fists and kicks.
"What's going on? Why is the manager only taking orders from that woman?"
"It seems like the manager keeps addressing that woman as 'Miss,' without even acknowledging Tiffany."
"Could it be..."
Some people started realizing something was off and quietly distanced themselves from Tiffany.
Realizing something was terribly wrong, I rushed forward to support him.
But I was too late. His eyes had already lost focus, and he lay motionless on the ground.
I pulled out my phone to call for an ambulance, but it was water-damaged from earlier and wouldn't turn on.
"Call an ambulance! My phone isn't working. Somebody, please call an ambulance!"
I looked around desperately, pleading for help.
Nobody responded.
Mike smirked coldly. "What does this have to do with us? You can take care of your own hired actor!"
I hadn't expected Mike to be so heartless, standing by as if nothing had happened.
His shamelessness had once again exceeded my expectations.
I didn't have time to argue with him. Instead, I turned my focus to Tiffany, shouting, "Why are you still standing there? Call an ambulance! He's your father!"
Tiffany looked flustered, instinctively reaching for her phone.
But Mike stopped her. "Quit the theatrics. That old man has nothing to do with us. Save your energy for dealing with your mess!"
"Tiffany, that shabby old man dared to pretend to be your dad. Just let him be. If he dies, so be it."
Tiffany bit her lip and said nothing, slowly retreating behind Mike.
Her refusal to act only encouraged everyone else to remain bystanders.
"Tiffany! Are you really going to watch your own father collapse like this? Do you have no conscience?"
My eyes reddened, and I shouted at her furiously.
How could such a daughter exist in this world?
For the sake of her vanity, she was willing to let her father die.
"Oh, look at her. She's so worked up! I bet that's actually her dad, isn't it? Look at her about to cry."
Mike burst into laughter, his voice dripping with mockery. "Tiffany, I'm telling you, that old man is probably this scheming woman's dad. What's the phrase? Serves her right!"
Tiffany still didn't speak, lowering her head further and refusing to face the scene in front of her.
"You... You cold-blooded murderers! If something happens to Jackson, I'll make sure you all pay!"
My furious gaze swept across Mike and the others before landing on a nearby security guard. "You! Call an ambulance!"
The guard froze, awkwardly raising his hands. "I... We're not allowed to carry phones during work hours."
I didn't waste time arguing with him. My eyes fell on the walkie-talkie in his hand, and I snatched it away.
"There's someone unconscious in the banquet hall. Get an ambulance here immediately!"
Soon, the hotel manager rushed over with a group of staff.
When he saw me, a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Miss—"
Before he could finish, I interrupted him and pointed to Jackson. "Get Jackson to the emergency room now!"
"Right away!"
The manager nodded and began instructing his subordinates to get to work.
Mike immediately panicked and shouted to stop them: "Stop! Who gave you the right to touch that old man? Let him go right now!"
The manager looked at Mike in confusion. "And you are?"
Mike straightened his back, full of confidence. "I am your Miss Tiffany's fiancé."
The manager turned to look at me.
I couldn't be bothered to respond. "Ignore this idiot. Focus on saving the old man."
"Understood."
The manager continued directing his people.
"You all must be tired of working here, huh? Ignoring the orders of Miss Tiffany's fiancé? Do you believe I won't have you all fired immediately?"
Mike stomped his foot in anger and ran forward, blocking the manager and his team from proceeding.
The manager glared at him coldly and snapped, "Move! I only take orders from Miss Tiffany!"
Mike's face lit up with delight. He tilted his head toward Tiffany and yelled,
"Tiffany! They only listen to you. Hurry and give the order! Don't let them carry that old geezer away. That bitch needs to pay for what she did today!"
Smack!
Before Tiffany could say a word, the manager slapped Mike across the face, glaring at him fiercely.
"Stop your nonsense and get lost! Or I won't hold back."
Mike clutched his cheek, disbelief written all over his face. "You... you're just a lowly manager! How dare you hit me? Don't you know I'm your Miss Tiffany's fiancé?"
The manager turned to me and asked, "Miss, do you know this man?"
I responded coldly, "No. If he dares to block the way again, beat him to a pulp."
"Got it. Beat him!"
The manager, who was already fed up with Mike, didn't hesitate anymore.
The security guards swarmed in and began punching and kicking Mike.
"Tiffany, help me! Help me!"
Mike screamed as he was beaten, looking utterly pathetic.
His cries for help were drowned out by the sounds of fists and kicks.
"What's going on? Why is the manager only taking orders from that woman?"
"It seems like the manager keeps addressing that woman as 'Miss,' without even acknowledging Tiffany."
"Could it be..."
Some people started realizing something was off and quietly distanced themselves from Tiffany.
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