When the bodyguards around her heard her words, they were all attracted by the so-called 20 thousand dollars.
I lay on the ground and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up! Who's going to call the police for me? I'll give him 200 thousand dollars!"
A group of bodyguards swarmed forward. I rolled on the floor.
"Don't touch me. Get lost! Get lost! Don't touch my dad's bone ashes!"
At this time, the security guards of the hotel finally heard the noise and rushed over.
Shirley lost her patience and hurriedly said, "A group of men can't grab an urn from a woman? Shameless. You don't want the rest of the money, do you!"
Then Shirley turned to the security guard and shouted.
"Don't come over! Or I'll call the police! Stay away from me! Otherwise, I'll ask my husband to buy your hotel! I'll fire you all!"
After Shirley finished speaking, I clearly felt that the bodyguards had used all their strength.
I was surrounded by the legs of the table. There was nowhere for me to hide.
Someone would grab my leg tightly.
With a sudden pull, I was pulled in front of Shirley.
She was so anxious that her face turned red, and the foundation of her makeup couldn't cover.