Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

After posting on Twitter, Angel couldn’t help but laugh as the comments poured in, full of jealousy.

“This trash still has the nerve to show

to show up”

“Being a celebrity must be lucrative. She’s completely washed up, yet she still has so many baxury items”

“The entertainment industry’s standards are dropping. How does trash like her have so much money!”

“Alas, We’re just common folks. Just leave her alone!“

Angel ignored the comments, thinking these people were just jealous. It didn’t matter to her what they said. It wouldn’t hurt her, anyway. She was indifferent to their opinions.

Enjoying herself, Angel called for room service and set up a candlelight dinner, admiring her jewelry while cutting into her steak. She was completely an ease.

However, it didn’t take long before someone took notice.

Half an hour later, there were loud knocks on her door.

The sudden noise made Angel frown tightly

“Who is it?” she called out, annoyed.

Opening the door ready to scold whoever was there, she was startled to see Fred standing in front of her.

The sight of Fred made her instinctively try to close the door, but Fred stuck his foot in to stop it

“Angel, you bitch! Hiding here from me? Fred’s words struck fear into Ang

Knowing Fred had been kicked out of the Grant family. Angel had taken the money and ran, trying to stay far from him. But he had still found her. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Angel took a deep breath and said, “So what? We have nothing to do with each other. Fred, if you don’t leave, 111 call the police.”

Fred sneered, “I can leave, but you need to give me back my things.”

Angel’s face darkened. “What things?”

“Don’t play dumb” He grabbed her hair. Tve had enough of you! Those jewels and paintings, they belong to the Grant family”

Angel fell guilty and regretted not blocking Fred on social media. She had even shared her location, which allowed him to track her down.

“Let go of me?” she shouted. “If you want them, go get them yourself Why come to me!”

Fred Laughed coldly. “Think you’re tough, huh? Angel. I’ll count to three. If you don’t give them to me, you’ll regret it.”

Fred barged in, spotting the jewelry on the bed. He shoved Angel aside and started grabbing the items.

Angel jumped at him. “Get off! These are mine!”

Yours! Angel, you bitch! Without me, where would you get these jewels‘ Get lost!” Fred dragged her out

Angel screamed. “These are mine. Valerie agreed to give them to me, so they’re mine. Help, robbery!”

Fred, losing patience, slapped her hard. Angel’s face swelled up immediately, and she fought back, scratching his face.

“You bastard, you coward! You used to be valued by the Grant family, but now you’re nothing! How dare you hit me!”

Angel fought like a wildcat, clawing at Fred, who was now furious. He kicked her away.

With a crash, Angel collided with the table, knocking over items, and the candles quickly sen the tablecloth on fire.

Fred tried to put out the fire but, in his panic, he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it on the flames.

With a whoosh, the flames leaped high, nearly singeing his hair. Enraged, Fred kicked Angel again.

Fred said, “Damn it, I can’t even get a meal, and you’re here having a candlelight dinner, bitch!”

“Ouch! Let go of me!” Angel said.

Memones of previous beatings flooded back as Angel struggled “Help”

Fred, showing no mercy, growled, “Scream all you want. No one’s coming to save you today!”

Angel, her face turning blue from the beating, couldn’t say another word.

Fred finally let her go, grabbed the jewelry, and ran. Angel clung to his leg, refusing to let go. “If I were done for, so were you! Give me my money back! Give it back?

The fallen candles had now set the table ablaze, filling the room with smoke.

Fred, now frightened, couldn’t shake her off. He had to drag her out When he tried to go back for the items, the painting was already burning and

the bed was aflame

The fire blocked his way. Furious, Fred stomped his feet

The hotel alarm blared, and Fred panicked. Angel still tried to go back for the items, but the fire spread too fast, making it impossible.

Angel screamed and turned to Fred, hitting him. “Bastardt’s all your fault! Give me back my jewelry! My painting!”

The fire consumed everything in the room, leaving Angel in shock. Fred, feeling helpless, slumped to the floor.

He had planned to take back his things from this wretched woman but hadn’t expected this outcome.

He kicked Angel again. “Useless! You can’t even protect anything. What good are you!”

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