A journalist next to me weakly asked, "Why didn't we see any man? Did we make a mistake?"
I was about to agree with her, but Makena excitedly argued.
"I checked my husband's delivery records, and it's this house! Antique vases are everywhere here. No young woman will have so many of them at home! They were all bought by my husband!"
"It must be her! Look at her, she just applied a face mask. She can't be a good person!"
"If I don't tear your face apart, you"'ll think I"'m easy to mess with! How dare you instigate my husband not to come home! I'll kill you!"
Makena still wanted to hit me, but just as the high heels hit the ground, the heel broke.
She could only use both hands to hit my head.
I tightly held onto my head, the pain making me grimace.
But as soon as I made a facial expression, the wound on my face started to ache.
Several reporters looked suspicious, saying, "I don't think this lady is short of money, and her appearance doesn't match your husband very well. If she were the vixen, she would have called your husband over a long time ago, she..."
Upon hearing this, Makena stopped what she was doing and was afraid that I would run away, so she straddled me.
She turned her head and glared at the reporter who spoke.
"What do you mean? My husband isn't good enough for her? Which media outlet are you from? What's your employee number?"
The reporter was scared into silence.
At this moment, another wealthy lady walked in from outside.
Her gaze fell on my wrist and she exclaimed, "Look at her watch! She has to be a mistress! Can she afford it herself?"
I finally regained my composure, and my voice was filled with murderous anger.
"Makena, I am your husband's superior, the president of the company! Do you know what you are doing? If you don't stop now, you will end up in jail and your family will be ruined!"
I thought she would be afraid of my identity and apologize, but to my surprise, she laughed even more arrogantly after hearing my words.
"You? A president? How many times did you sleep with guys to get that position? My husband has earned so much profit for the company, and you, a vixen, want to threaten me?"
"If you don't believe me, wait and see whether the chairman will fire you or my husband when this matter becomes big!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately took off her other high heel and prepared to hit me on the head.