"You've already announced your engagement and yet you dare come here?"

The other person whispered to Sabrina, "You can't be fooled by him!"

"Of course not!"

Sabrina said with a smile, turning her gaze towards me.

As she looked at me, I could still see the disdain in her eyes.

"You're Adrian Walker, right?"

She said calmly, "I really didn't expect you to be so ignorant. You didn't really think I'd marry you, did you?"

As she finished her words, many people around her pointed and murmured at me.

"Look at this poor fellow! His clothes are almost white from washing!"

“Sabrina, marrying someone like that would be such a disgrace!"

"Of course I won't marry him. But he's here for our party today and I thought it would be fun to play a trick on him!" "

As I listened to the people around me, impatience began to creep onto my face.

"Miss Hartwell, my name is Adrian Walker! I am coming here as your fiancé!"

I looked at her then continued coldly, "But since you seem not interested in this relationship, okay, I'll be leaving!"

At this moment, disillusionment washed over me and I no longer had the slightest interest in her.

That type of woman wasn't a good match.

I thought I should go back and report to my mother.

But I didn't expect that just as I was about to leave, Sabrina's assistant suddenly reached out and tripped me.

The next moment, I lost my balance and tumbled to the side. To steady myself, I frantically grabbed for something. But when the man saw me stop, he reached out and actually pushed over a nearby vase.

The vase shattered and I frowned at him.

He looked at me and said, "You broke the vase, so you have to pay for it. This vase is an antique, worth millions. You're just a loser. You'll never be able to pay for it in your lifetime!"

Hearing all this, I couldn't help laughing.

I was standing three steps away from the vase, yet the other person claimed I broke it.

I turned to look at Sabrina, asking her with a hint of coldness in my eyes, "What do you think, Miss Hartwell?”

Sabrina glanced at me disdainfully and said, "Didn't my assistant say that you broke the vase? Then just pay up!"

"But you can't even pay for this vase, can you? If you can't, then beg me. Perhaps I can pay for it for you!" "

I took a glance at her, then looked at the other men and women watching around me. At that moment, I understood something.

Sabrina had done this on purpose.

However, I couldn't understand. If she didn't want to marry me, she could have just told me clearly.

Why should she treat me like this?

When I turned to look at Sabrina, she looked at me with a haughty expression and said, "You know, Adrian? Because of you, I've become the laughing stock of this city!"

"A girl as adored as me actually got involved with someone like you!"

She looked at me with utter rage.

When I heard her say this, I understood. So, in her eyes, my marriage was a joke. And that's why she'd framed me.

At that moment, I soon realized how unfortunate my life would be if I married her. She would put me into big troubles. A woman like her was simply unacceptable.

Sabrina looked at me coldly and said, "Adrian, if you just kneel down and beg me and then tell everyone you're not worthy of me, I'll compensate you for this vase!"

Behind her, her male assistant pushed me towards her.

"You hear that? Our Miss Hartwell is compensating you. It's a huge favor for a loser like you!"

"Look at you now, looking so shabby. How can you possibly be worthy of her?"

Off to the side, several of Sabrina’s best friends chuckled, "Lucas, you touched that loser. Wash your hands now. Otherwise, who knows if he has any viruses!" "

"How could this loser think he was worthy of Sabrina?"

"How dare he come knocking on our door!"

"You’re right! When he came, this loser probably thought he was sure to win Sabrina!"

"Lucas, he’s gonna be your biggest competitor!"

The women around Sabrina kept talking.

When I heard this, I turned to look at Lucas beside me.

No wonder he had disliked me since we met. It turned out he had feelings for Sabrina.

Lucas smiled upon hearing this and said, "Ladies, how could I be worthy of Miss Hartwell? I only requested to always be by her side eventhough she has got married later—that's enough!"

Lucas looked at Sabrina and said with a smile, "After all, I'm not worthy of a woman like her. Only the sons of the richest families are worthy of her!"

While I listened to their conversation, a sneer escaped me.

Sabrina and his male assistant were having an affair, yet she still wanted to marry into a wealthy family.

How could a truly wealthy family marry a woman like this?

"Lucas, don't say that. You're actually quite good!"

Hearing this, Sabrina exclaimed, "At least, much better than this loser!"

As she spoke, she looked at me with disgust and said, "Loser, why don't you kneel down and beg me?"

"That's right, kneel down quickly and beg Sabrina, or you'll have to pay for this vase!"

"A vase worth million, can you afford it?"

These people kept saying to me around me.

I smiled at their words and said, "Of course I can pay for the vase. But I am not the one who broke it."

"Loser, it's useless even if you deny it. We can all prove you broke it!" Sabrina looked at me and said coldly, "Now, if you kneel down and beg me, I can pay for you. Otherwise... you won't be able to leave this club!"

"Don't you know? This club isn't run by just anyone! When they ask you for compensation, you won't be able to pay!"

I listened to Sabrina and smiled. "As far as I know, a private room like this is definitely monitored by surveillance. You'll know who smashed the vase when you check the footage!"

"Besides, even if this vase is worth a fortune, it can't be worth a million!"

I didn't know the price of this vase, but I knew that, to prevent guests from accidentally breaking it, the value of a vase in a private room like this is typically no more than 100,000 dollars.

Sabrina did this simply to see my panicked expression upon hearing the price.

She even wanted me to beg her.

At that moment, she looked at me and I could feel my own anger rising at her lack of reaction.

"You loser, what do you know? I'm telling you, the price of this vase is something you can’t afford!"

"Besides, do you think you can see the surveillance footage in this club?"

Lucas, standing nearby, suddenly frowned. He looked at me and said, "I'm telling you, not only can you not see the footage, but even if you did, we'd all say you pushed it over. What can you do?" "

My expression had already grown cold, my patience replaced by anger as I listened to his words.

The woman beside Sabrina stared at me with expressions of amusement.

I knew from the beginning that they'd wanted to see me beg for mercy.

"Adrian, I'll give you one last chance!"

"Kneel down now and beg me and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll have to pay over a million dollar in compensation!"

She looked at me, a hint of impatience creeping into her face.

"That's right, loser. Don't you think about it? Someone like you won't even make a million in your lifetime!"

"Just kneel down and beg for mercy and you won't have to pay compensation. What a great deal!"

"Sabrina, I think you shouldn't be polite to people like that!"

"If he doesn't kneel, we'll force him to do it!"

Not far away, a few young men, watching the joke, were holding their phones and laughing at me. "We actually just wanted to see him beg for mercy, but now that he's unwilling, I'll just beat him until he agrees!" "

As he finished speaking, he shouted directly to the bodyguards behind him, "Push him to the ground!"

My face was already grim as I looked at the men before me.

Looking at Sabrina, I said coldly, "You just want money, right? Okay, I'll have someone send it over!"

I pulled out my phone and called the club manager.

"Send one million to the private room on the third floor!"

I hung up the phone and said to Sabrina, "The money will be delivered soon. But if I send someone over, do you dare to accept it?"