"And that Maserati I gifted you—I'll be taking it back. Your wife says everything that comes from me brings bad luck."
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My words clearly rattled him. "There must be some misunderstanding. Your sister-in-law, she—"
Before he could finish, Eliza snatched the phone and hurled it to the ground.
"How dare you make a call in my dressing room?!"
"What, planning to summon all those men you've slept with to defend you?"
"So annoying! My perfect wedding is ruined because of you!"
Bridesmaids rushed in after hearing the commotion. The moment they saw makeup scattered all over the floor, they froze.
Eliza pointed at me and shouted, "Who arranged this? Whose bright idea was it to get unchaste to do my makeup?!"
"Such disgusting bad luck!"
Several bridesmaids wrinkled their noses as they looked at me.
"No wonder I smelled something the moment I walked in. Turns out it was a slut in the room."
"What are you still standing here for? Get out!"
"Exactly! Eliza is the real daughter of the Campbell family—the one they just found! Because of her, Campbell Group's stock price has been skyrocketing for months!"
"Offend her, and you won't survive in San Antonio!"