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Marco hung up and cast a sinister look at Gilmore, who was now under the spotlight, and grinned contemptuously.

He thought to himself. “You think you can easily become Christine’s boyfriend, Gilmore? No Way!

Poorboy, I wonder what will happen when the guests know your background and your past with Tiffany.”

Thinking of Tiffany, his memories went back to last night, to Heatwave Bar, where he and Tiffany had spent a night, a splendid night, during which she gave him an ineffable taste of her outstanding skill.

And in return, he gave her a few honey–sweet words and a promise to be her boyfriend, which coaxed her into doing whatever he asked, including helping him take revenge on Gilmore and humiliate him.

As the guests were talking about Gilmore and Christine’s relationship, there appeared outside the gate of the manor house a woman wearing a graceful red dress and a lot of make–up.

She held a bag around one arm, and the prominent LV logo on it showed it was the latest version. It was a gift from Marco. last night

“Excuse me; Miss, you can’t enter this house unless you have an invitation. Do you have one?” said a guard who wore a black suit and a pair of sunglasses.

A contemptuous smile lifted the corner of Tiffany’s ruby mouth, and she said, “Oh I have one, of course I do.”

With that, she pulled out a card from her bag and passed it to the guard.

The man took it, examined it, and said to her, “Come in, please, miss.”

Tiffany put the invitation in the bag and walked into the manor

“I wonder if I can enter here without the invitation,” thought Tiffany as she was walking on the way.

Her invitation was from Marco, who took it from his mother.

He did so to help her enter the manor.

Before a round platform in the villa gathered a group of people, including Mr. and Mrs. Foster, Christine, and Gilmore.

Everyone, including the guests, Gilmore, and the Fosters, was presented with a bottle of champagne by the servants.

David raised his glass and proposed, “Ladies and gentlemen, now I’d like to propose a toast to my daughter’s birthday, and to her boyfriend, Gilmore.”

The guests lifted their glasses and said, “Happy birthday, Miss Foster. Congratulations, Miss Foster and Mr. Reed.

“Cheers!”

As the guests were drinking, there came a voice of a woman. “You heartless jerk, Gilmore. You betrayed me, betrayed our love. What’s your purpose, eh? The Foster family’s wealth, isn’t it NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

All the guests stood mute at that, wondering what happened.

The woman dressed in red came into the lobby–it was Tiffany.

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Startled, the guests wondered who the woman was, and why would she say that.

What was happening?

Even Roger was rather puzzled.

But he was glad to see that Gilmore was accused of being unfaithful.

And when Marco saw the appearance of Tiffany, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

David eyed Tiffany for a while and then cast a confused look at Gilmore.

He was wondering what was going on, too.

“Had Gilmore really had a dubious relationship with this woman. I would drive Gilmore out,” David thought.

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He wouldn’t tolerate any two–timer and knew that such a man would only bring his daughter harm, instead of happiness.

“Who’s this woman to you?” David asked. His eyes looked rather intimidating.

Wondering why would Tiffany turn up here instead of being somewhere else having fun with a young man born in the purple, Gilmore started his God’s Eye with a subtle contraction of his pupil.

Then he saw how Marco and Tiffany spent a night in a luxury box of a bar and how they conspired to defame and humiliate

him.

Questions answered.

It was Marco’s trick.

Although Gilmore knew Tiffany was but a puppet of Marco, she truly betrayed him and chose to defame him.

That, he thought, was unbearable.

What an unscrupulous woman!

Gilmore smiled coldly as he turned

her. Pathetic me. But I assure you; David and said, “Don’t believe a word of hers, sir. It is true I had a relationship with

her. Pathetic me. But I assure you: she is an unscrupulous woman. She has recently developed a relationship with a rich man, but later the man was broke. And she, for some reason, decided to turn Christine against me. That’s the whole story.

trust me.”

David could tell from Gilmore’s innocent eyes that he was telling the truth.

As a president of a giant group, he believed he was sophisticated enough to distinguish a lie from a truth.

Many of the guests began to question Tiffany’s motive.

“He is lying. Listen to me, everyone. I and this man came from a small town, and we both were born into a poor family. We supported each other and fell in love with each other…”

Tiffany walked toward the center of the round platform as she was narrating sentimentally.

“True, we were poor then, but we were so happy. And I thought He’d love me forever until I found him totally a liar.”

She continued, “I don’t know when he decided to turn his back on me and go with Christine. Maybe he is just fond of her

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wealth. But I know that gradually, he began to hate me, became estranged from me, and finally, abandoned me. Now he’s got a new identity–Christine’s boyfriend. Good for him.”

After the narration. Tiffany’s expression became rather gloomy, and her eyes were bright with tears, making her lovingly pathetic.

The sad story she made up touched some guests in the room.

Some began to chit–chat and feel disdain for Gilmore.

Decades of experience in interpersonal relations had enabled David to see through the facade of a person and saw what was true deep in his or her heart.

He scowled at Tiffany as he listened to her narrating, and observed her performing, which, to him, was, alas, too immature and simple to believe.

“Have you got any proof. Miss?” asked David.

Tiffany looked up bravely at him and said, “Yes, I do. I have a lot of photos of him.

With that, she pulled out iPad from her bag and showed the photos one by one to the guests around.

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Each and every photo was occupied by Gilmore and Tiffany, showing how intimate they were.

The audience burst into an uproar.

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