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At the charity banquet, f unexpectedly ran into my ex–lover, Harris Les, and his newly married wife, Vivian Chow. They openly firted and ridiculed me in front of everyone.
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During the auction, Harris Les took a liking to a pointing had collected years ago. Before! could even speak, Strong Cook immediately raised the price to the highest bid.
“Little batch, don’t you even know who my wife is? You think you can compete with me for
something? Are you even worthy
As everyone else dropped out of the bidding. I smiled at him slightly.
“Sorry, it’s not for solle.”
As soon as those words were spoken, all eyes in the room turned to me. A moment later, a burst of laughter erupted
is this woman out of her mind? Even after being fleeced, she still won’t sell. Does she actually
think it belongs to her?”
Look at her pathetic appearance. She’s probably wearing less than a hundred yuan’s worth of clothes. How did the organizer even let her in?”
“Such an important banquet, and this kind of riffraff manages to sneak in. What awful luck.” As the surrounding jeers grew louder, Harris Lee’s smile became increasingly smug. I was about to explain when he abruptly stood up.
“Little bitch, shut your mouth right now! Do you hear me?”
“You’re a pauper who can’t even afford a hundred yuan. How dare you even be here?”
I leaned back in my chair calmly, looking at him with a cold expression.
“Mr. Lee, you’re mistaken. I’m a guest invited by the organizer. Besides, this collectible is mine, and I simply don’t want to sell it to you.”
I paused, my expression turning serious.
“As for whether or not I have money, that’s none of your concern. We’ve already broken up.”
Harris Lee burst out laughing after hearing what I said.
“Yulia Lynn, haven’t I warned you before about bringing up the past!”
“You’re just some trash I dumped. I never had any feelings for you.”
“Not even in the slightest!”
Harris Lee grew increasingly agitated as he spoke. I remained completely unfazed. After all, I
am not the same person I used to be.
In college, everyone knew I was Harris Lee’s simp, fulfilling his every whim. Now, ten years later, the school heartthrob is still the same vain person, but I have risen to a height he can only
look up to.
“Mr. Lee, I’ll say it one more time: this painting is my collectible, and I’m not selling it.” “Money is just a number to me. This painting needs someone who truly appreciates it, no money–grubbing fool like you.”
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Those words ignited the entire room.
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The middle–aged women beside Horts See shot to her feen glaring at me How done you insut my mom Windy Wysm So you have a death wishe
The surrounding quests erupted the moment she finished speaking
“Oh my god to actually meet the legendary Chairman of the Board of Wyatt Group here! I’m
truly honoredr
“What She’s Wit Wyatt, the renowned businesswoman? She certainly has an extraordinary
presence
But then again, this idiot ocially cares to proucke Mr. Wyatt’s husband She’s probably in for
a world of trouble today?
Ignoting the surrounding jees. I sowy raised my head
“You’re Mc Wyatt crent you?
1 advise you to stay out of the matter between your husband and me, unless you want to be the one who’s embrassed in the end”
Mr. Wyatt who was being lauded by everyone, clearly didn’t expect me to address her in such a tone, and she was immediately enraged
“Who do you think you cre? I’m the richest man in Cloud City. Who are you to lecture me?” “How dare you criticize my man? Apologize to him now!**
Harris Lee, sitting beside her, bearned as his wife defended him.
“Yulio Lynn, ofter all these years, you haven’t improved one bit
“My wife is the richest person in Cloud City, she could crush you without even trying.”
“You’re just a lowly staff member. What can you possibly do to fight us?”
I glanced down at the badge on my chest, which indeed read “Guest Pass.” But he overlooked the back. As one of the banquet organizers, there was nothing unusual about me wearing a guest poss
Ignorant people only ever see the surface of things. If his wife knew what was printed on the back of his employee ID, she’d probably divorce this former school heartthrob on the spot.
Harris Lee’s words drew laughter from the guests, and even the host on stage couldn’t help but smile. But I don’t blame them; I’m used to keeping a low profile.
“Mr. Wyatt, Mr. Lee, I’ve already made myself clear: I don’t want to sell you this painting.” “But if you insist on taking it by force, that’s not entirely out of the question. The prerequisite is that you outbid mer
As I spoke, I slowly rose and gestured to the crowd.
1 bid ten million
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“Little bitch, who are you calling a fool?”
The middle–aged woman beside Harris Lee shot to her feet, glaring at me. “How dare you insult my man, Mindy Wyatt! Do you have a death wish?” The surrounding guests erupted the moment she finished speaking.
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“Oh my god, to actually meet the legendary Chairman of the Board of Wyatt Group here! I’m
truly honored!”
“What! She’s Mr. Wyatt, the renowned businesswoman? She certainly has an extraordinary
presence!
“But then again, this idiot actually dares to provoke Mr. Wyatt’s husband. She’s probably in for
a world of trouble today.”
Ignoring the surrounding jeers, I slowly raised my head.
“You’re Mr. Wyatt, aren’t you?”
“I advise you to stay out of the matter between your husband and me, unless you want to be the one who’s embarrassed in the end.”
Mr. Wyatt, who was being lauded by everyone, clearly didn’t expect me to address her in such a tone, and she was immediately enraged.
“Who do you think you are? I’m the richest man in Cloud City. Who are you to lecture me?” “How dare you criticize my man? Apologize to him now!”
Harris Lee, sitting beside her, beamed as his wife defended him.
“Yulia Lynn, after all these years, you haven’t improved one bit.”
“My wife is the richest person in Cloud City; she could crush you without even trying.”
“You’re just a lowly staff member. What can you possibly do to fight us?”
I glanced down at the badge on my chest, which indeed read “Guest Pass.” But he overlooked the back. As one of the banquet organizers, there was nothing unusual about me wearing a guest pass.
Ignorant people only ever see the surface of things. If his wife knew what was printed on the back of his employee ID, she’d probably divorce this former school heartthrob on the spot.
Harris Lee’s words drew laughter from the guests, and even the host on stage couldn’t help but smile. But I don’t blame them; I’m used to keeping a low profile.
“Mr. Wyatt, Mr. Lee, I’ve already made myself clear: I don’t want to sell you this painting.” “But if you insist on taking it by force, that’s not entirely out of the question. The prerequisite is that you outbid me.”
As I spoke, I slowly rose and gestured to the crowd.
“I bid ten million!”
