Chapter 6
“Now we have to pay over 1.8 million, 1 we don’t ask for much. Just give us 1 million. I know you are an only child, and your family doesn’t lack this
money.”
Uninformed colleagues whispered among themselves.
“Who was driving the car after all?
“Yeah, it sounded like Breanna was driving, didn’t it?”
“No, she was clearly at the company that day,” a colleague helped me testify.
“Are you crazy from being poor?” I didn’t hesitate to confront a few people, “You want to rob money, huh?! You stole my car and let your sister drive without a license, and in the end, you made money from a hit–and–run accident. You insist on making me take the blame, but I’m not willing to, and then you extorted money from ine, right?”
A sentence made the colleagues who were watching explode.
“Oh my, is Jovani really like this? Wasn’t he supposed to get married? Why is it turning out so ugly now?”
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Jovani looked at the colleagues around him, awkwardly touched his nose in response to their g
“Breanna, don’t speak so harshly. If it weren’t for this matter, we would have been married. Don’t worry, as long as you give me the money, I won’t hold onto the past, and I will still marry you.”
“You’re overthinking it. It’s not a matter of whether you want to marry me or not now, we had already called off the engagement long ago.
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i saldas 1 threw the court summons at him, “Just to remind you, Beatrice is facing a debt of more than 18 million. And there’s my car, which has been assessed as having no repair value, so you owe me a new car. It’s not that expensive, just over 600,000.”
“Ah!” Danica exclaimed, “At a time like this, you’re still thinking about making Beatrice pay! Do you have no humanity left? Is your family in need of money? Do you really have to have this money? How can you be so selfish? I shouldn’t have agreed for Jovani to be with you in the first place!” She was speaking and coming forward to tear at me, but she was restrained by the security guards who had arrived upon hearing the news. Before leaving, Joval looked at me with disappointment and said, “Breanna, I never expected you to be such a materialistic woman. While your loved ones suffer, all you care about is money.”
I clickled, how could someone like Beatrice be considered my relative?
Unexpectedly, that same evening, someone suddenly started to expose this matter online.
The video of me arriving at the scene on the day of the accident, as well as the video of the Abbott family accusing me of unwillingness to take responsibility today, have been edited and uploaded online.
In various rumors and gossip, I became a selfish woman who caused an accident and fled the scene, and even asked my younger sister–in–law to take the blame
Not only that, but I ever added insult to injury by
by continuing to demand compensation for the vehicle damage from my younger sister–in–law.
I became a heartless person, caring only for wealth, and portrayed an ugly image of sabotaging my fiancé’s family.
And Beatrice, on the other hand, became a compromised, kind and helpless little poor thing.
I have to admire the moral sense of contemporary netizens. Their waves of discussions and accusations made this matter trend, and in the end, various versions emerged with embellishments.
“The company XYZ, Dreaming, caused a hit–and–run accident and blamed it on her younger sister–in–law,” “Breanna quickly broke off her engagement with her fiance to distance herself from the situation.” “Brama blained her younger sister–in–law and demanded compensation for the car damages.” Various kinds of news dominated the headlines, and even many radical individuals began coming to our company to demand an explanation from me on behalf of Beatrice. Alter being refused, they would stand outside the dour,
The company leaders had to find me and delicately express their request for me to take a few days off
That being said, I am well aware that if I don’t handle it well, the years of hard work I have put into my career could easily be ruined.
I packed up my things and planned to go home to think about how to lundle this matter.
To my surprise, as I went downstairs, I saw my childhood friend Baron Nguyen, whom I hadn’t seen for several months, waiting in the lobby with a smile on his face.
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“Baron?!” I couldn’t believe it, “Weren’t you abroad? How did you come back?!”
“I haven’t heard about
it your matter, have you come back to be a flower protector?” he joked with a smile.