Vincent’s expression twisted, and he barked, “Who’s spouting nonsense? Are you blind? This yacht is clearly one I bought for Desiree! Bodyguards! Throw that troublemaker out, now!”
Vincent held Desiree tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and announced to the crowd, “I, Vincent, have only one girlfriend, Desiree, and very soon she will rightfully become Mrs. Davidson!”
He paused, his tone thick with unrestrained contempt. “As for Jasmine, she’s nothing but a pathetic dog clinging to me, not even fit to carry my shoes!”
“Anyone who dares spout nonsense today and spoil Desiree’s happiness… don’t blame me for being rude!”
I sat in the corner, sunglasses shielding my eyes, and couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.
For a live-in son-in-law to freeload this shamelessly is a truly rare spectacle.
The crowd, cowed by his words, fell silent, then obediently showered Desiree and him with flattery, praising their “perfect match” and urging them to hurry and hold the wedding.
Vincent soaked in the flattery, full of pride, as he declared, “Don’t worry, everyone. I’ll marry Desiree soon and give my son a proper name! This yacht is my proposal gift for my future Mrs. Davidson!”