Counterattack: Send the Person Who Harmed Me to Prison

When a famous young star trespasses onto my property during a broadcast, she ruthlessly destroys my beloved garden. Instead of apologizing, she uploads the footage to rally her massive fanbase against me. Threatening to ruin my life, she demands my submission. But her arrogance will be her downfall. I refuse to be bullied. It is time for a counterattack that will strip away her fame and ensure she never steps in front of a camera again.

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Chapter 2

I just only wanted them to apologize to me and end the matter.

I didn't expect their attitude to be like this. I would punish them.

"What program are you from?"

The director thought I had given in, so he said in a softer tone, "We are from the production team of Rurality. We saw this beautiful courtyard, so we wanted to come in and film it."

I sneered. For this reason, they violently entered and vandalized my garden.

The director looked around and realized that he was in the wrong, so he tried to discuss it with me. "How much do you think we need to pay you?"

I chuckled, "What? You can't afford it."

These were not ordinary roses but Juliet, which were said to be the most expensive in the world.

Juliet roses were extremely picky about their growing environment, and I had spent a lot of energy and money cultivating them successfully.

Shirley, who had been sitting on the side to rest, interrupted us impatiently, "Director, don't waste time with a bumpkin. She just doesn't think five hundred dollars is enough. We'll just give her two thousand dollars."

I walked up to Shirley and slapped her in the face. "Bumpkin? Aren't your ancestors also bumpkins?"

My action was so unexpected that her assistant beside Shirley didn't react in time to stop me.

The marks appeared clearly on her face.

Shirley covered her face. She shed tears of pain. "How dare you hit me! I will fight you!"

She rushed over and tried to hit me, but I dodged.

She rushed forward due to inertia and fell to the ground.

It took several assistants time to react and help her up.

"What are you doing? Beat her up!"

Shirley pointed at the assistants with her hands on her hips and shouted, "Rubbish, beat her up!"

I was amazed. Shirley was a shrew.

Several assistants rushed towards me, but I didn't panic.

After all, I had learned Taekwondo. They were nothing. I was not afraid.

"Stop." The director seemed to have thought of something and asked several assistants to stop.

Then he whispered a few words in Shirley's ear.

Everyone started packing up to leave. Before leaving, Shirley glared at me with hate. "Bitch, it's not over!"

I glared at her with no fear.

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