After My Daughter Was Made Into A Statue By My Husband's Lover, I Went Crazy

Looking at my daughter curled up in pain, she couldn’t help laughing.

“This little bitch is quite patient. She still won’t die even after all this! Everyone present today will be rewarded with 600,000 dollars by the one who tortures her the most!”

Her words were like a dose of stimulant, instantly igniting the whole place. They found all kinds of tools and were excited to beat my daughter.

I covered my broken arm and crawled in front of them desperately, shouting in a hoarse voice, “No, don’t touch her! I have money, I have a lot of money, as long as you are willing to save her, I will give you 1 million dollars each!”

But they sneered and kicked me away.

“It’s not a matter of money. Your daughter offended Mr. Richards’s wife! To tell you the truth, your daughter’s life is worthless. We are doing this just to please Mr. Richards!”

But Mr. Richards, who they said was all-powerful, was obviously my husband, who had been married to me for many years!

For his loyalty, after giving birth to my daughter, I handed over the entire Richards Group to him. Even the black card in Jessica’s hand was the supplementary card I gave him last week!

I didn’t expect it to become my daughter’s death warrant now. How could I not hate it? What was even more ridiculous was, just before the auction started, Damon sent more than a dozen messages in succession to express his longing for me and my daughter.

I suppressed my hatred, took out my mobile phone with a cold face and threw it in front of them.

“Open your damn eyes and see clearly. I am Damon’s original wife. You are just trying to please a mistress! The chairman of Richards Group is not Damon, but me! If you help save my daughter now, I can still spare your damn lives; otherwise, all of you, don’t think about walking out alive!”

Jessica just raised her eyes and someone picked up the phone and handed it to her with a flattering face. But she only took a look and laughed mockingly.

“Bitch, how dare you pretend to be my husband’s original wife? You don’t really think you can get away with it by just finding a random number and making a note, right?”

After she finished speaking, the group of people immediately surrounded her and looked at my phone. After seeing Damon’s number clearly, they couldn’t help but sneer.

“Stupid woman, you don’t even know Mr. Richards’s number and you dare to say you are the original wife!”

“You acted so real that even I was almost fooled. Fortunately, Mr. Richards’s real wife was here today, otherwise I would have been fooled by her!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, the little bitch didn’t know her place and snatched things from Mrs. Richards and the bitch’s mother dared to pretend to be Mrs. Richards. Now they will be punished!”

I thought they would be afraid of revealing my identity. But I didn’t expect them to mock me even more. I was stunned for a long time before I reacted.

When Damon usually contacted me, he used a private number. Most of the people present today didn’t even have the qualifications to meet him. Naturally, they didn’t recognize this number.

Someone threw the phone at my face, hitting my brow bone. Half of my face was numb from the pain and my eyes were swollen. Seeing the group of people rushing towards my daughter again, I screamed like crazy.

“What I said is true. If you don’t believe it, call Damon and let him tell you who I am in person!”

Jessica looked at me with a gloomy face and a hint of sarcasm appeared on her lips.

“Bitch, you still don’t give up, eh?”