Rose's Revenge: After Being Mistaken for Being a Mistress1
The wife of the head of my subsidiary thought I was her husband's mistress.
So, she gathered her best friends of rich ladies and stormed into my villa, smashing everything.
"If it weren't for my husband, could you afford to live in this house?"
"If it weren't for my husband, could you afford to wear this watch?"
"If it weren't for my husband, could you stand here and talk to me?"
I laughed out loud because of anger.
I took out my phone and sent a message to her husband, including my home address.
"Now, bring your bank card and come over. Your wife has smashed antiques worth billions of dollars. I have already reported it to the police."
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I just moved back to my old house, and when I returned after work, I saw two bodyguards holding a long banner at the entrance of the apartment complex.
On it, there were big letters.
"Congratulations to my husband's mistress for moving to a new home!"
As I walked inside, I smacked my tongue.
I thought the scene at the door was shocking enough, but when I entered the complex, I found that there were even more impressive scenes.
The people and cars in the complex are separated, and all the residents" cars are in the underground garage.
But today, after I walked for only five hundred meters, I saw luxury cars worth millions of dollars.
Many of them belonged to the company's partners.
The residents complained to the property management company. When I opened my phone to take pictures, I found that there were a lot of messages in the group chat.
The property management company tried to explain, but the problem was not solved. At this moment, explanations are useless.
Before the parking problem could be solved, a large group of reporters rushed to the entrance.
The security guards on duty were overwhelmed.
I quickly dodged behind the greenery as I saw a group of people carrying cameras about to collide with me.
The noisy discussions were deafening.
"Are you here to catch the adulterer too?"
"Are you here for the same reason? Are we talking about the same person?"
"The building in District D? What a coincidence, we are going there, too!"
A group of people walked towards the residential area, and only then did I nervously return to the sidewalk, patting my chest.
How could they be after a guy in my residential area?
With so many people, it must be very noisy.
How am I supposed to work tonight?