They only listened to Shirley's words and pointed at me and scolded me.
"I was wondering why the hotel didn't allow a block booking today. It turns out that there's a big show going on inside!"
"How could this funeral be fake? It's the first time I've heard. The mistress is really bold now!"
"Why can't you do something good at such a young age? Aren't you afraid of going to hell if you ruin other people's relationships!"
Hearing this, Shirley raised her chin high with a proud expression.
She was thirsty after saying so much, so she went straight to the table, picked up the wine glass, and drank it up.
The guests at the table immediately got up and get away from her few meters away.
They looked at me with sympathy in their gaze.
"I advise you not to push your luck," I said coldly. "Who's the mistress? Call Brian and ask him!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Shirley's eyes were suddenly filled with anger.
She picked up another man's glass and threw it at me.
The haute couture worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was destroyed in an instant. If I hadn't dodged quickly, the glass would have hit me!
I took a few deep breaths to suppress my anger.