I leaned against the door frame with my arms folded, watching her roam around my house like a robber.
Her eyes swept over the jade ornaments and antique porcelain in the living room, as well as the famous paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, and her expression became increasingly uglier.
"Oh, I was wondering how you dared to blatantly max out my card. It turns out you learned this from many sponsors!"
She pointed at those valuable things and said sarcastically:
"How many people did you deceive to fill your house with stuff?"
I raised my eyebrows and said nothing.
She walked to the tea table again, picked up a blue and white porcelain cup, looked at it, and sneered:
"After all this time, you've only used fake goods to show off your products!"
"It's a very good imitation, but the glaze is too new. It's obviously a fake."
I couldn't help but laugh:
"Vivian has good eyesight."
This is the only fake set in my house.
Vivian thought I was mocking her, and her eyes became even colder:
"Alexander, I don't have time to play word games with you! You must pay back the 500,000 today and sign these agreements, otherwise our engagement will be void."