I was stunned by the sudden turn of events for a few seconds before I came back to my senses.
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..."