Chapter 2

I laughed scornfully.

"Oh, are you gonna pay my liquidated damages?" I snapped.

Surveying the venue's destruction, I glared at Tia. "Are you going to compensate 700,000 dollars for this?"

Tia snickered and suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling me close. "Who said anything about compensation? All of that money was my husband's! And now you want me to pay you? You shameless skank!"

She noticed the limited-edition Hermès crocodile bag and shrieked, "I was wondering why my husband didn't buy this for me—so it was you who took what was supposed to be mine!"

She tried to snatch it from me. I wanted to hold onto it at first, but really, why would I risk getting hurt over a fight with some idiot?

Thus, I let go.

Tia lost her balance from the sudden release and fell to the floor.

The crowd rushed to help her up and began piling on me.

"I didn't know this hotel had started accepting lowlifes like you."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Brando! We all saw what happened. We know she attacked you!"

"That's right, Mrs. Brando. By the way, my husband is a proud employee of Loboto Inc. and loves working under your husband. It'd be great if you could put in a good word for him..."

Did they even know the truth?

Matteo was just a figurehead CEO. The company wasn't even publicly listed!

And yet these clowns kept kissing his ass.

Fortunately, my father had told me a few days earlier that he would gradually transfer ownership of every other company under the McPherson Group to me once Matteo and I were married. Thinking back, I felt as though luck had been on my side.

Tia tidied her hair smugly and pointed at me.

"Is the management of this hotel just going to let that woman make a mockery of your reputation?!" she shrieked at the manager.

The man laughed ingratiatingly. "Our deepest apologies, Mrs. Brando. Thank you for helping us improve."

Tia sneered and dumped my things out of the crocodile bag. My Rolls-Royce sports car keys and my black-gold tier bank card fell among the scattered items.

"You vixen!" Tia shrieked. "You've been sucking on my husband's fortune like a parasite!"

She suddenly grabbed the keys and grazed my cheek with them. "You don't deserve to drive a Rolls-Royce! Someone should smash it!"

She threw the keys to the floor and stomped on them until they looked unusable.

Unfortunately, she hadn't finished venting her anger. My crocodile bag became her next target. "A disgusting homewrecker like you doesn't deserve a 50k bag!"

She stormed toward the concierge and grabbed a pair of large scissors.

I was shocked to see her slice through the bag in one swoop, but I didn't stop her. I just made a mental note of how much she owed me.

The hotel owner finally arrived. The manager whispered in his ear.

The owner suddenly looked up with a grim expression. "Miss McPherson, from now on, you're blacklisted from our hotel."

I couldn't believe it. How did this homewrecking third-wheeler fool all of these people at once?

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He sized me up. "I am certain. Our hotel runs on reputation and class—which you fail to express. We do not welcome people like you."

I nodded. Okey-dokey, boss. Not like my father was this hotel's biggest shareholder. Let's see just how much regret a man could feel before he imploded.