"Leave! Don't dirty the ballroom!" He warned.

Too lazy to explain, I broke free from his hand and lowered my head to speed up my movements.

"If it gets dirty, I'll arrange for someone to clean it up. You'd better not touch me or you'll be responsible for the consequences."

The waiter seemed to have heard a huge joke.

"Responsible for the consequences? You sick?"

"Do you know what this place is? This carpet, this crystal glass, if dirty it a little, you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell it."

"Stop talking nonsense here and get out of here!"

He reached out and pulled me.

"Enough!"

Harry approached expressionlessly and stared at me coldly, asking, "How much can you sell these for? I'll give them to you. Don't try to show off in front of me!"

How did I try to show off in front of him?

I frowned at him.

"No, you misunderstood."

Sneered and condescended, as he looked at me.

"Stop acting! You used to act pitiful, but now you can't fool me."

He took Samantha's hand and held it in front of me.

"The one and only girl I love is Samantha, so stop appearing and catching my attention, it's useless!"

Samantha embraced his arm and intimately leaned against him.

"You regret it, right, Lorelei? But too bad, you heard it yourself, I'm the one and only girl in his heart and we'll get married soon. I hope you won't come and disturb us anymore."

I fixed my gaze on them and said with a sincere and firm tone.

"I wish you both a long and happy life together."

I, then, lowered my head and pieced the puzzle together.

"Lorelei! What do you want? Money? Okay, I'll transfer it to you." His tone implied anger. He lowered his head and operated his phone quickly.

"Is fourteen thousand dollars enough? Twenty-eight thousand dollars?"

I gave him a cold glance.

"No need."

Harry stopped his fingers and sneered.

"Too little?"

Soon, he took out a check from his pocket and handed it to me.

"Fill in as much as you want and don't show up in front of me again!"

"I love Samantha from the start to the end. I was just too foolish to get engaged to you and not to realize my own feelings. I was grateful, your departure awakened me."

"We're living a happy life now and I hope you can find a suitable person to start over."

I never realized he was so narcissistic before.

I had thrown away the feelings, the relationship, long ago from my life.

I glanced at the check in his hand, didn't take it.

"I don't lack money."

Harry stared at me with a smug.

"Still showing off to have a lot of money? But look how poor and pathetic you are, picking up scraps on the floor."

I sighed helplessly, too lazy to explain to him.

"We broke up a long time ago, how I relate to you, right?"

"Also, I really don't lack money, so stop giving me money and being interested in my life."

He couldn't even compare to my husband, yet he still supported me. How ridiculous!

Harry raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze full of sarcasm.

"Wait, don't get me wrong, transferring the money to you is nothing more than pitying you. I've lost interest in you for a long time."

He looked at my clothes covered in paint and slowly clenched his fingers into fists.

"Anyway, you shouldn't give up on yourself for me and make yourself look pathetic. I hope you can take the money and start over," said Samantha, taking his arm and acting understanding.

"Harry, she was the one who broke off the engagement, no one forced her. She has become what she is today entirely because of her own fault, not yours."

She turned to look at me and added. "Lorelei, if you don't mind, I can arrange a suitable dress and jewelry for you and you can stay today."

"I heard, Mr. and Ms. Guerreiro are very kind, so they shouldn't mind."

"And look! A lot of excellent men here, if someone falls in love with you, you won't have to worry about living expenses in your life."

Harry looked at me sarcastically. "Her? I'd rather have a pig than her."

A burst of laughter rang out around me at these words.

I was a bit displeased and my tone intensified a bit.

"I'm already married."

Harry was stunned. "Already married?"

But then suddenly burst out laughing.

"You can even make up such a lie to attract my attention."

"When you complained about me using a can pull ring as a ring, you didn't expect today to come, did you?"

"Now, even if you kneel down in front of me and beg me, just dream on you go back to me."

I was speechless.

After so many years, he still held on to this matter.

He and Samantha were childhood sweethearts. Every gift he gave me and Samantha were the same.

Sometimes even better than mine.

Every time I questioned him, he would say, "We have been friends for many years, what's wrong with giving a gift?"

Until he took out a can pull ring in public at the engagement party.

"I've been a bit busy lately and haven't had time to buy a ring, so I'll use this for now."

Samantha, who was standing aside, was loudly showing off the ten-carat diamond ring he gave her to the people around her.

Angry and disappointed, I broke off the engagement on the spot.

But he accused me of not being sensible.

More ridiculous, I still foolishly waited for him to coax me.

As long as he lowered his head, I recognized the ring as an engagement ring.

Later, a video Samantha sent, completely made me give up.

I stared into his eyes and said word by word.

"I never thought of coming back to you, not now, not in the future and please don't bother me anymore."

His face darkened.

"Haven't you had enough of playing hard to get?"

Just before I could give him a response, Samantha shook his arm.

"Alright, Harry, the party is about to begin. Don't offend Mr. Guerreiro because of her."

She whispered in his ear.

"We're here today to propose a cooperation with Mr. Guerreiro, don't miss out on important things."

Harry made a move to pull me. "I'll take you to change your clothes first."

I had so many couture dresses to wear, so why did I need them to give me one?

I wasn't in the mood to play the rescue game with them.

I dodged his hand and put the last piece of the puzzle back in place.

"No need."

I stood up, about to leave, when Harry suddenly reached out and knocked the puzzle out of my hand.

His face darkened and he muttered to me.

His face darkened and he shouted in a low voice:

"Enough, Lorelei, this is not the place for you to mess around."

Looking at the puzzle I had worked so hard to put together turned into ruin again, a surge of anger surged in my heart.

I pushed him hard and scolded.

"Harry, you sick? You know what this is?"

Perhaps, he didn't expect me to be so angry. He froze for a moment and unconsciously tried to grab my hand.

Samantha threw a resentful gaze to me and said in annoyance.

"Lorelei, today is the birthday party of Mr. Guerreiro's son, do you want to ruin the party?"

Someone in the crowd chimed in.

"Mr. Guerreiro loves his son as much as his life. If the birthday party is ruin because of you, it might implicate a group of people."

"Look how kind-hearted Mr. and Ms. Hartman are! This crazy woman is so ungrateful and unsensible!"

"Waiter, quickly drive her away and clean up the garbage on the floor!"

The waiter grabbed my hand and dragged me out.

"Get out of here now! You will only cause a big problem for our hotel."

I struggled hard. "Let me go and give me my puzzles back!"

The earrings slipped out of my ears between the struggles.

Samantha exclaimed.

"Look at her earrings! They're only one pair in the world and worth millions of dollars."

Some people questioned.

"It must be fake, how can a scraps picker like her afford to buy a pair of earring worth millions of dollars?"

Some people denied.

"I think it's the real one. Look at the sparkle! No way it's fake."

The waiter looked at the earrings carefully and said loudly, "She's a thief!"

"Just now I heard a lady say her emerald earrings were missing, the ones she was wearing."

Samantha covered the smile on her face with his hands, pretending to be heartbroken.

"Lorelei, if you have any difficulties, you can tell us. We won't hesitate to help you. Why do you have to be a thief?"

The people around were pointing to me and accusing me.

"I thought she's born rich that she doesn't lack money, but in fact, she's a thief."

"Stealing can be considered as earning a living!"

The longer I listened to their ridicule, the more my anger surged up.

"I didn't steal anything from anyone. I got them as a gift from my husband."

Samantha lifted his chin and looked at me contemptuously.

"Then do you have any evidence to prove that your husband gave it to you?"

I took out my phone to show them the photo of our family of three, but she suddenly reached out and snatched my phone away.

She looked at it carefully and held it up to show everyone.

"Wait, this is a high-end limited edition phone!"

She looked at me.

"Even I don't have it, where did you get it? I think you stole it too."

I was stunned on the spot. I didn't expect someone to be so shameless.

My tone was also a little flustered. "I didn't steal it, I bought it!"

"Bought it?"

She seemed to have heard a huge joke and laughed back and forth.

"Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy this. Look at what you are wearing, do you think you can afford it?"

A rich lady in the crowd, who was covered in jewels, chimed in.

"I believe she didn't buy it. If she could afford to buy a high-end limited edition phone, how could she wear dirty and shabby clothes to a party?

"I heard Mr. Guerreiro once bought the only pair of emerald earrings in the world and gave them to his wife. Maybe she stole these things from Ms. Guerreiro."

She rushed over and grabbed my wrist.

"Tell me, are you coming here today to find another opportunity to steal something?"

Soon, everyone lowered their heads to check if they had lost anything.

I struggled to break free from her hand and replied, "I'm not a thief, I'm the hostess of today's party!"

Samantha chuckled, putting on a magnanimous face.

"Everyone is here, witnessing, she might have mental illness."

"For Harry's sake, please don't call the police and let her returned the earrings to its real owner."

The people around her praised her kindness.

The waiter rushed up and forcefully pulled off the earrings and drops of blood dripped down my earlobes onto the floor.

I covered my ears and cried out in pain, unconsciously taking two steps back.

The waiter held my shoulders and tried to pull off the other earring.

I struggled, shouting in fear.

"Don't touch me! Call the police, everyone help me call the police!"

Unfortunately, the guests around was just watching the fun.

But then, at the critical moment, Harry spoke up to stop it.

"Let her go!"

He pulled off the waiter's hand off and let out a deep sigh.

"Why do you have to act tough in front of me? And become a thief yourself?"

He gently took off my other earring and put it in the waiter's hand. "Return the earrings to its original owner! I'll have someone take you home. Wait for me at home. I'll find you later."

I distanced myself from him, my voice trembling.

"I'm not a thief, I need to call the police."

He frowned and stared at me with a displeased.

"Getting my points? It's your fault in the first place, what are you trying to do?"

He said as he pulled me out.

I struggled desperately. "Let me go!"

Harry, however, turned a deaf ear and dragged me out with a dark face.

Just then, a boy in a tuxedo ran over from a distance, with four or five tall and burly bodyguards followed him.

He instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Samantha approached with a bright smile on her face and opened her hands.

"So, this is the little birthday star of today, so handsome and cute, come and let me hug you."

The boy ran straight past her and grabbed Harry's trouser leg, shouting. "Bad guy, let go of my mom!"