Chapter 7
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Then Eric glared at me coldly and ordered,
“Vivian, call the bank right now and unfreeze your card. If you know what’s good for you, I might forgive everything you’ve done and let you continue being my girlfriend.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Eric, if there’s no mirror around, take a leak and look at your reflection–what is your face made of, concrete? You really think I’m a garbage dump that recycles everything you throw away?”
Eric’s face turned blue with embarrassment at being mocked in public.
“Vivian, don’t forget–you were the one crying and begging to be with me. I don’t believe you’d actually give up. You’re just playing hard to get. I’m telling you now–stop while you’re ahead. Otherwise, I’ll completely cut you off. And when that happens, even if you regret it and come crying, it’ll be useless. I won’t take you back.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t bother. I sincerely hope you two get stuck with each other for life–so you’ll never have the chance to hurt anyone else.”
At that moment, even the auction organizer was starting to lose patience.
“Ms. Leigh, if payment isn’t made soon, we’ll treat this as a breach of contract. In that case, you’ll be required to pay a penalty worth 10% of the auction total–at least 12 million dollars.”
Hannah exploded.
“Twelve million? You’re clearly trying to extort me!”
The organizer’s expression darkened immediately.
“Ms. Leigh, you’re free to eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you please. When you entered the auction, there were clear signs posted. And you signed the agreement yourself–it’s all there in black and white.”
Hannah looked utterly humiliated.
A classmate nearby, still oblivious, chimed in excitedly,
“Hanhan, why bother with the penalty? Just pay the full amount. Rich people like you must have more than one card, right? Try another one!”
The organizer turned toward Hannah, holding the card reader.
“Ms. Leigh, will you be settling the winning bid or paying the penalty? Please try now.”
Hannah clutched her phone tightly.
“Wait a moment. I need to step outside.”
Half an hour later, Hannah returned, took out four or five different cards from her bag, and handed them to the organizer.
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“There’s 500,000 dollars total across these cards. I’ll just pay the penalty for the item I
won.”
When I glanced at her phone, I saw loan app notifications–it looked like she had pieced together the money by borrowing from multiple online lenders.
The nearby classmate immediately flew into a rage.
“Hannah, what’s your deal? Weren’t you the one who brought us here? Why did you only prepare 500,000? That doesn’t even cover one item!”
Hannah backed away defensively.
“I brought you here to see the world, not to go crazy bidding on lanterns! Why should my money be wasted like that? I don’t care–whatever items you bid on, you pay for them yourselves. Any penalties are your own responsibility. It has nothing to do with me.”
Instantly, the whole class erupted and shoved Hannah to the ground.
“Hannah, why act like you’re rich if you’re broke? You’d better pay today, or don’t even think about leaving.”
Eric immediately stepped forward to protect her and shouted at everyone,
“You should all be ashamed! Haven’t you taken enough advantage of her? If not for Hanhan, none of you would’ve had the chance to attend an auction in your lives! You finally get to see the world, and this is how you repay her? Bunch of ungrateful wolves!”
The next second, someone punched Eric Square in the face, knocking him to the ground.
