The next moment, I lost my balance and tumbled to the side. To steady myself, I frantically grabbed for something. But when the man saw me stop, he reached out and actually pushed over a nearby vase.
The vase shattered and I frowned at him.
He looked at me and said, "You broke the vase, so you have to pay for it. This vase is an antique, worth millions. You're just a loser. You'll never be able to pay for it in your lifetime!"
Hearing all this, I couldn't help laughing.
I was standing three steps away from the vase, yet the other person claimed I broke it.
I turned to look at Sabrina, asking her with a hint of coldness in my eyes, "What do you think, Miss Hartwell?”
Sabrina glanced at me disdainfully and said, "Didn't my assistant say that you broke the vase? Then just pay up!"
"But you can't even pay for this vase, can you? If you can't, then beg me. Perhaps I can pay for it for you!" "
I took a glance at her, then looked at the other men and women watching around me. At that moment, I understood something.
Sabrina had done this on purpose.
However, I couldn't understand. If she didn't want to marry me, she could have just told me clearly.
Why should she treat me like this?