Desperate Funeral

This hotel was the largest in the city. At this moment, the guests stopped one after another to see what happened.

They only listened to Shirley's words and pointed at me and scolded me.

"I was wondering why the hotel didn't allow a block booking today. It turns out that there's a big show going on inside!"

"How could this funeral be fake? It's the first time I've heard. The mistress is really bold now!"

"Why can't you do something good at such a young age? Aren't you afraid of going to hell if you ruin other people's relationships!"

Hearing this, Shirley raised her chin high with a proud expression.

She was thirsty after saying so much, so she went straight to the table, picked up the wine glass, and drank it up.

The guests at the table immediately got up and get away from her few meters away.

They looked at me with sympathy in their gaze.

"I advise you not to push your luck," I said coldly. "Who's the mistress? Call Brian and ask him!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Shirley's eyes were suddenly filled with anger.

She picked up another man's glass and threw it at me.

The haute couture worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was destroyed in an instant. If I hadn't dodged quickly, the glass would have hit me!

I took a few deep breaths to suppress my anger.

However, Shirley said to the netizens in her broadcast room,

"Did you see that? Those who can be mistresses are really thick-skinned!"

"The evidence has been showed to her, but she doesn't want to admit it!"

Then, Shirley turned to me and shouted, "Call the hotel staff over now! I will refund the money! Give my husband's money back to me! Otherwise, I will sue you!"

"He's soft-hearted and pitiful that you're an orphan. Aren't you sure that you can control him? I won't give you a chance to pretend to be pitiful!"

I was so angry my face turned red.

"Return the money? You don't have the right to speak at my father's funeral! Get out of here now, or I'll call the police!"

Shirley widened her eyes and said.

"Did you hear that? The mistress is going to call the police. I'm so scared!"

"She really pretended. I want to know whom the police will take away!"

As soon as Shirley finished speaking, she winked at the bodyguards behind her.

"You don't want to refund the money, do you? Then I will smash all the things my husband ordered!"

In an instant, dozens of strong bodyguards rushed into the hall.

All the guests were scared out of their wits and left.

I roared helplessly, but I could only watch as they knocked over tables one after another.

I was helpless.

The image that I stood there with a helpless expression was recorded by Shirley in the broadcast room. She laughed more and more wildly.

At the front of the hall, there was a photo of my dad.

Seeing that they were about to hit my dad's photo, I hurriedly said, "Enough! Enough! Don't you just want money? I'll give it to you!"

The bodyguards turned a deaf ear to my words.

The scene was in a mess.

The staff member rushed over and held my father's photo and ashes in his arms. He was in a panic and had nowhere to hide.

Hearing this, Shirley sneered and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Now you know you're wrong? Why didn't you think about today when you were a mistress?"

"You're giving me money? Aren't you giving my husband money to me? Do you have any shame?"

"Let me tell you, it's too late to say anything now! I will smash them all! Don't leave any chopsticks!"

I was so angry. I could tell that the problem lay with her.

The next second, I rushed straight at her.

I reached out to grab Shirley's phone, but was quickly stopped by the bodyguards next to her.

I was lifted up.

Shirley covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised and scared in front of the camera.

"My friends, this mistress just wanted to attack me. Is there any justice in this world?"

"What do you think we should do? She didn't pay back my husband's money, and now she wants to hit me! I'm so scared!"

Although she said that she was afraid, she walked towards me.

She bent down to pick up a plate from the table and slapped it on my face with all my strength.

The porcelain plate shattered in an instant, and a bloody wound appeared on my face.

Blood oozed out.