She Melted the Ring, I Burned the Vows

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience burst into laughter.

The staff sneered openly now.

“Unbelievable.”

“Does he really think that a cheap little ring matters to the Dawson Family?”

“If I were him, I’d take the money and disappear. What a joke.”

Kate sneered and said sternly, “Hubert, don't be so shameless! I’ve already given you money, what else do you want?”

“You think this so-called ‘special meaning’ isn’t just some sob story about your mom scraping together a dowry with dirty money?”

She paused deliberately, her tone sharp and venomous.

“Oh, right. Speaking of your mother, she's been raising you since you were three years old. Bet she had to cozy up to quite a few men to survive, huh?”

“I heard your father died early and wasn't often at home before he died. Who knows, maybe your father isn’t even your real father.”

“If that’s the case, those rings are dirty too. Melt them, now!”

The moment she insulted my parents, all the blood in my body rushed to my head.

My father, like me, was involved in a top-secret project. When I was three years old, he died in the line of duty.

After that, the Bureau supported us. I got scholarships and government help all through school. After earning my master’s degree, I followed in his footsteps without hesitation.

We, the Taylor Family, had never wronged anyone. Never shamed our country.

And now, we were being insulted by a spoiled brat who only knew how to throw money around.

I raised my head and stared at Kate as I questioned coldly, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Kate sneered and raised her chin arrogantly, “What? Do you think I don't dare?”

“Even if you die here today, no one would dare to say a word!”

Right then, the door to the dressing room opened.

Three staff members in professional uniforms pushed in a cart carrying a high-tech smelting machine.

Kate gave her command immediately, “Hold him down and make him kneel on the ground to watch those rings melt into liquid!”

Several bodyguards grabbed me. Their sharp nails dug into my wounds and a steel rod cracked against my shin, forcing me to my knees.

Pain roared through me, cold sweat soaking my back.

I struggled, my voice hoarse, “Kate, stop this! If you melt those rings today, your family will never recover.”

Andre snatched the rings off his dog’s neck and tossed them straight into the machine without a second thought.

Then he walked up to me, sneering and slapped me hard across the face, “Still acting tough? You think anyone will save you?”