The Daughter of The Richest Man is Not to be Trifled With

Harry stood still, unbelievably opening his mouth and saying, "Just because of this little thing, you want to break up with me?"

It turned out that in his eyes, being humiliated by his family was just a small matter.

I forced a smile and left without looking back.

He shouted hysterically behind me, "Do you think I care about you? Because your family has no money, I have to lower my head to my brother and always be inferior before Kate!"

I paused for a moment, and the tears that I had just managed to hold back burst out.

He told me that his mother favored his brother.

After his brother married a rich wife, Jill spoiled his brother even more and neglected him.

He blamed his mother for it.

But he would rather blame me for not having money than protest to his mother.

I wiped away my tears and dialed my father.

As soon as he heard my hoarse voice, he knew I had cried.

He comforted me on the phone and told me that it was a good thing to see Harry's true face before getting married.

To make me happy, he acquired a company for me and transferred hundreds of thousands of dollars to me as pocket money.

Every time I was unhappy, my father gave me a lot of money to indulge in crazy shopping.

This time was no exception.

My father was the richest man and spoiled me as his only daughter.

But he told me to be low-key all the time to prevent being targeted by malicious people, so I had always been simple and plain in front of Harry.

But they despised me because of this?

Well, it was good that I finally saw their true colors.

I sniffed and felt a little better.

I sweetly thanked my father and told him that I was much better.

However, as soon as I got home, I received a message from Harry.

He sent me a form, which showed the money he spent on me during these three years we were together.

Even for a cup of milk tea, he kept a record.

The most expensive set of cosmetics, which was actually a fake worth only a few dollars, I could tell at a glance.

At that time, in order not to hurt his self-esteem, I deliberately didn't tell him.

But at this point, he wanted to ask me for thousands of dollars!

I threw him a picture to prove its authenticity, "This is fake, worth only a few dollars."

He didn't care and insisted that he spent thousands of dollars on it.

I didn't bother to argue with him anymore and sent him thousands of dollars.

Then several pictures of invoices were sent.

Those were the invoices for the gifts I had given him, and I had kept them well over the years.

The gifts I gave him, each of them cost hundreds of dollars.

At that time, I was afraid that he would feel too much pressure, so I told him that these gifts were very cheap.

At this point, he wanted to settle accounts with me, so I would definitely calculate it carefully for him.

He kept sending me voice messages like crazy, questioning where I got so much money and speculating about my private life.

Me: [It's none of your business. Just return my money quickly.]

The evidence was there, so Harry could no longer argue.

He couldn't bear losing face, so he reluctantly returned me the money.

I took the money and then deleted him.

I knew that would humiliate him so much.

It didn't matter. I'd love to see Harry irritated but unable to do anything to me.

I happily checked my bank account. When I saw a long string of numbers on the screen, I couldn't help but smile.

After holding back for so long, I would go shopping tomorrow.

3

The next day, I drove the luxury car that had been in the garage for a long time to the department store.

I originally wanted to buy some bags and lipsticks to make up for the unhappiness during this period, but I met someone annoying in the mall again.

When Harry stood in front of me, I rolled my eyes.