She clapped her hands proudly. "When the groomsmen come to 'open the door' later, we'll have them search for the red envelopes. They can only enter once they find them."
Eliza's eyes lit up instantly. "Brilliant!"
"Hahaha, and don't forget her underwear. My husband's buddies love women like her."
"It's my wedding day—might as well give them some fun."
A rush of blood pounded in my ears.
Seeing them gather more envelopes, walking toward me, I shouted desperately, "Stop! If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!"
"Call the police?" Eliza burst into mocking laughter. "Go ahead. When they come, they'll only arrest a filthy woman pretending to be my husband's sister!"
She snapped her fingers. "Bind her."
They swarmed me instantly—one pulling my arms, another yanking my hair.
I struggled with everything I had, but they had the advantage in numbers.
They shoved the red envelopes everywhere—anywhere they could reach.
"Stop pretending! You're loving this, aren't you?"
"Exactly. You'd die for Mr. Peterson's buddies to get their hands on you!"
Rage and humiliation crashed over me, suffocating.
My screams and curses only made them laugh harder.