My Mother-in-law Kicked Me Out of the Engagement Hall as a Mistress

I was completely frozen in place.

The name Jenny that she mentioned happened to be the same name as the daughter of one of the house workers in my family.

If she had ever read local news, she should also know that the richest person in Honolulu was the Evans family.

Just as I was confused and couldn't understand how my future mother-in-law could make such a big mistake.

Karen rudely pulled my hand and exerted all her strength to pull off the engagement ring, which was as big as a pigeon egg, from my ring finger.

"The diamond ring looks real. I guess this shameless mistress must have stolen it from my daughter-in-law!

No wonder my daughter-in-law told me that she just spent 10 million on a diamond ring, and it mysteriously disappeared. It turns out it was stolen by this bitch!"

The onlookers who followed Karen also started to judge me.

"She is so shameless."

"Her own mother is just a house worker, and she dares to steal things from the owner. She is really ill-educated!"

"She is really shameless and canny!"

They were talking more and more excitedly.

I finally turned cold.

"I am shameless? Then what kind of people you are to be so judgmental?"

I retorted one by one, and finally my gaze fell on my future mother-in-law, Karen.

I carefully looked at her appearance, and her face was full of meanness, which was the type that my mother hated the most.

My mother originally disagreed with my engagement to Charles, thinking that I wouldn't stoop to this level.

But because Charles was hardworking and honest, and I had decided that he was the one for me, my mother reluctantly agreed.

But at this moment, I regretted not investigating his family background beforehand. His mother turned out to be so mean and impudent.

Just as I was about to call the police, Karen suddenly pulled out a stack of photos from her pocket.

She displayed them one by one in front of the live camera.

"Look, this is my daughter-in-law!

The clothes she's wearing are all limited edition custom-made by designers, and even a random handbag is worth millions or even billions!

With such extravagant spending, how could she be compared to this bitch in front of us?"

I caught a glimpse of the woman in the photo from the corner of my eye, and she turned out to be Jenny, the daughter of the house worker.

The clothes on her were the limited edition ones that I kept in my wardrobe.

That bag was clearly the 18th birthday gift my mother gave me.

In the photo, it was worn by Jenny with a false air of importance, posing in front of the camera.

Karen turned her head with a face of disgust and mockery, staring at the dress I was wearing, and without hesitation, she rushed over and tore at it.

"Even this dress might have been stolen from my daughter-in-law. Take it off quickly!"