Shirley put the camera of her mobile phone in front of my face.
"Look, she's still threatening me! Are mistresses so arrogant now?"
"I'm so scared! Should I kneel down and apologize to you?"
After a pause, Shirley bent down and looked at my face carefully.
She said sarcastically.
"You're protecting the flour in your arms because you're afraid of being exposed. Why are you pretending? Why don't you enter the entertainment industry with such good acting skills?"
Then Shirley got up and patted the bodyguard who was stunned just now.
"Break the thing in her arms! It was just s jar of flour, she should be acting!"
"That's how you lied to my husband? He trusts you, but I'm not someone to be trifled with!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the bodyguard who had taken a breath walked toward me again.
I held my father's urn of bone ashes tightly in my arms.
The bodyguards couldn't grab the urn from me and looked up at Shirley with questioning gaze.
"If one person can't do it, then come another to help him! My husband will take responsibility if anything happens!"
"Whoever breaks the thing in her arms will be rewarded 20 thousand dollars!"