"And I've never seen you wear it before. Could it be that a country bumpkin like you has never seen such expensive clothes and you're selling them?"

I couldn't help but sneer:

"It's the kind of cheap stuff that I'm too lazy to wear."

If he hadn't mentioned the Haute Couture gown, I would have almost forgotten about it.

I asked the brand I was working with for a Haute Couture gown that was both tacky in color and rubbish in style, and they gave it to me just to save face. I didn't even bother to look at it and gave it directly to the nanny.

But they obviously didn't believe this statement.

"Cheap stuff? I said Scarlett doesn't know the quality of the product. It's a foreign designer brand, limited edition. You can't buy it in China even if you have connections!"

"A woman who has never seen the world is not afraid of being laughed at."

Some people even mocked me with malicious intent:

"She never tells the truth. Damien, it's a good thing you two haven't gotten married yet. You might as well cancel the engagement right away. It's better not to have a woman like her."

"Even if I marry her in the future, who knows how vain and capable she will be. In the upper class we still have to find someone of equal status when we get married."

Damien looked at me with contempt, with a look of superiority on his face.

"Scarlett, we brothers are playing with you today to give you face, don't be ungrateful."

"There are so many girls lining up to marry me. If it weren't for Harrison, how could I even look at you?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and calmly took out a text message on my phone to show them.

"You Harrison should be Harrison, right?"

"If he hadn't begged me to agree to this marriage and give your Blackwood Group some face, do you think I would have noticed someone like you?"

"Since we are tired of each other now, why don't we just stop talking nonsense, settle the bill and leave."

Damien's expression suddenly changed. He snatched the phone, looked at the message on it, and blurted out:

"That's impossible. Your text message is fake."

"You have no idea what position I, Harrison, hold in Harbor City. He is Mr. Laurent Dubois III's assistant. Everyone in the upper class has to be courteous to me. He is Mr. Laurent Dubois III's favorite. Do you know who Mr. Laurent Dubois III is?"

I sneered.

How could I not know my dad?

The people around him immediately started to compliment him enthusiastically.

"That's the famous Mr. Laurent Dubois III, a top-tier wealthy family. The entire Harbor City depends on him."

"Damien, I didn't expect you to have such a relationship. That's amazing. You must support us in the future!"

Some people stared at me coldly:

"Scarlett, don't be so ungrateful. You want to go against Damien. Do you think you can get any benefit?"

"We Damien accepted those cheap things you gave us before just to give you face. But you actually did something so shameless and want to take them back. Can you please have some shame?"

Cheap stuff?

I couldn't help but sneer. Any one of those things would be worth as much as their monthly income.

After I agreed to a dynastic marriage arrangement.

My parents were very concerned about this marriage, so they helped to select and check everything, fearing that I would neglect Damien.

But he thought the item I gave him was fake.

Damien smiled contemptuously and said:

"Scarlett, stop pretending to be rich. How can someone like you come up with so much money? Why would you rack your brains to marry into a wealthy family?"

But I was too lazy to pay attention to him and stood up lazily.

"Then go back and take a good look to see if those things are genuine."

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I will contact the police to collect evidence. Since we can't resolve it privately, we will go through legal procedures."

I didn't want to bother with them any more in the Velvet Rope Lounge, so I turned and left.

When I got home that night, I received a call from Damien. Her irritable voice came from the other end:

"Scarlett, I threw the things you sent me into the warehouse as trash. I just saw them today. They have the Dubois Family logo on them. Tell me the truth, how did you get them?"

I was a little surprised. How could this person be so stupid?

Didn’t you realize that my last name is also Dubois? Isn’t that an easy guess?

The only explanation is that he never thought about it in this way at all.

He never looked down on me from the beginning.

I remained silent, and Damien on the other end of the phone gradually became irritable.

"You are so tired of living that you even dared to steal things from the Dubois Family. How did you get them? How do you return them? If you offend Mr. Laurent Dubois III, don't let me get involved."

It turned out that he recognized those things as genuine.

Just then my father drove over to pick me up for dinner. I was too lazy to argue any further and just left a message.

"Then you decide for yourself. If you don't cancel the engagement, you'll be the one who'll be embarrassed tomorrow."

After that, I hung up the phone and got into my dad's car.

When I got home for dinner, I explained the situation to my parents, "Damien is not a good person. His private life is chaotic. I will change the groom for tomorrow's wedding."

My parents looked at each other in confusion, "What's going on? Who is the groom?"

I smiled and said, "You all know that person, my childhood sweetheart Sebastian."

"Besides, didn't you always want me to marry him? Now I finally got what I wanted."

My father looked shocked, but my mother was laughing happily.

"It's so lucky that my daughter has finally come to her senses. Great, great, it would be even better if she married Sebastian."

My father sighed and said, "Okay, since my daughter is willing to marry, I will arrange for the Blackwood Group to cancel the engagement. After all, they are marrying above their station, and I am not satisfied with Damien either."

After hearing my parents express their attitude, I felt relieved and had a good sleep after dinner.

Early the next morning, the assistant brought the wedding dress to me.

When I went to get my makeup done, I ran into Damien.

When he saw me in my wedding dress, he thought I was going to marry him, and he stopped me and looked at me with a sneer.

"I don't like the wedding dress you're wearing. Go change it."

I sneered and took a step back:

"I don't care whether you like it or not."

Damien suddenly came forward and grabbed my chin:

"You're still being stubborn and saying you don't want to marry me, but you still obediently wear your wedding dress, right?"

But he doesn't know that I'm going to marry someone else.

Today is my wedding, and I don’t want to be disturbed by any messy people.

He turned his wrist and slapped him.

"Did I give you face?"

Damien was stunned. He didn't expect that I would show him no mercy in front of so many people.

"Scarlett, you provoked me first, don't blame me for being rude to you."

He called the group of brothers behind him and shouted to passers-by to come over and watch.

Then my private photos were projected on the big screen.

They said I was hanging out with other men outside and that some indecent photos of me were taken.

When the kissing photo was shown, people around them gasped.

"Look, is this person Scarlett?"

"Oh my god, such a revealing photo makes me blush and my heart beat fast."

"Look how passionately they kiss each other. If this wasn't in public, they would probably be rolling into bed in the next second."

My eyes fell on the photo calmly. Not only was I not impatient, but the corners of my mouth slightly raised.