“Gabriel! How can you be so materialistic? I said you could use the card freely, not that you should blow five hundred thousand dollars in three days!”
“So that’s why you were hesitating earlier—because you thought the credit limit was too low! God, you're such a money-leeching parasite. Thank goodness we’re not married yet. Otherwise, you would’ve drained my family’s wealth in a weekend!”
She demanded we break off the engagement—and insisted I pay her back.
I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her.
“Fine. Let’s break up. You can keep the change—use it to buy yourself a coffin.”
Thinking I was trying to dodge repayment, she even hired a top-tier lawyer to confront me.
But when the charges were tallied, her face turned green.
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“Gabriel! What is this supposed to mean? Can’t admit what you did, so now you’re cursing me to die?”
Phoebe, fuming with rage, refused to take the one hundred dollar bill I held out. Her face was flushed with anger.
I just shrugged and pulled out another bill, and replied indifferently, “I only used your card twice—totaling 29.9 dollars. You’re demanding I pay you back five hundred thousand. Honestly, I should be calling the police for extortion.”