Counterattack: Send the Person Who Harmed Me to Prison

Chapter 1

A popular young star in the entertainment industry broke into my yard while recording a program and destroyed the garden that I had carefully cultivated.

After the incident, she posted the video online and criticized me with her fans.

She threatened me that I should apologize to her. Otherwise, she would destroy me.

How dare she challenge me?

She should never appear on camera again.

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The noise in the yard awakened me, so I just put on my pajamas and went out.

My courtyard was located in a remote area, and few people came here. Besides, there was a gate. Who would break into a private house so early in the morning?

There was a bustling crowd in the yard, and more than a dozen people surrounded my yard.

The courtyard gate, which was initially designed for beauty and was covered with flower branches, was also violently dismantled.

The flower branches were torn off and left on the ground, and the wooden door was hanging on the fence.

A path was trampled out in the neatly-tied flower fields.

Several men were carrying cameras and filming the beautiful girl standing in the middle of the flower field.

She plucked off a few flowers and started weaving a wreath. "My dears, look at my wreath. It's so pretty. It suits me very well!"

"But there's only one kind of flower. It would look better if there were other flowers to match it."

She had a bright smile and faint dimples on her face.

I seemed to know her, the popular young actress Shirley Hart. I was watching her new TV show.

The online evaluation of her was that she was a gentle, kind, and graceful girl.

I had a particular liking for her, but I didn't expect this to be the scene when I met her in person for the first time.

Looking at the wreath on her head and the messy garden, I got a little angry. "Who are you? Who allowed you to come in?"

The director team didn't expect someone to rush out at this time. They were slightly stunned and then explained, "We are the program team. We are here to record a video."

"This is a private residence. You can't just break into my house."

Shirley took off the wreath on her head and said, "Just some flowers. I'll give them back to you."

She handed me the wreath, but I didn't take it.

Seeing that I didn't take it, Shirley threw the wreath on the ground angrily and then looked me up and down. "I'll give you five hundred dollars. Flowers grown by a country woman like you are only worth this much."

Her assistant took five hundred and threw it to me. "Take the money and leave. Don't disturb Shirley's filming."

The director team also wanted to drive me away, and several assistants separated me with signs.

Country woman?

I laughed. Although I came out in my pajamas with messy hair, I was not a country woman.

They broke into someone's house, messed around, and even wanted to pay the owner off.

They were so shameless.