When Sabrina turned around, she saw a man looking back at her.
She thought that the man looked a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she remembered that it was the person who had bumped into her and hugged her with both hands right at this hotel two days ago.
As she studied him some more, Sabrina suddenly realized that the back of the man in the photo belonged to him as well.
Standing in front of her and blinking his peachy eyes, he asked Sabrina with a hint of resentment in his voice, "Now that you've finally found your way among the rich and powerful, you decide to dump me immediately?"
Though she hadn’t expected to hear that, Sabrina smiled lightly and asked him back, "Are you sure you want to get involved?"
The man replied, still sounding desperate, "What do you mean? Why do you insist on dumping me?"
Sabrina simply shook her head. "No, I was just asking i f you want to get involved in this, despite the consequences? However, now that you’ve shown your face in front of these reporters, it'll be impossible for you to just leave now. Let me just ask, do you have any living parents or children?"
The man standing in front of her was taken aback.
After a pause, he asked again, "Sabrina, what are you talking about!"
Sabrina replied coldly, "If so, you'd better call them. I'm afraid you won't get the chance to do so in the future."
After saying that, she didn’t bother sparing the man another glance.
She didn't know him at all, and yet, here he was, trying to frame her alongside Emma. Still, even if a man like him were to die violently on the streets tomorrow, it would have nothing to do with Sabrina
Meanwhile, the group of reporters started to click their shutters even faster.
By now, some of their fingers were already swollen.
The other reporters that had been holding microphones were even starting to foam at the corners of their mouths.
Nevertheless, they were still ecstatic.
The visit today was worth it.
They managed to get so many pictures and had even interviewed the both of them at the same time.
After that, she personally invited all of the media reporters in South City to show the world a live broadcast of how she, the mistress, would fight
against the wives of all the men she had seduced.
Furthermore, she even remained eerily calm throughout the entire event.
Even when she was about to start her conquest, this gold-digger was composed, not a hint of emotion or agitation on her face.
Oh my!
She really is a demon of the highest-level, one that can only be seen once every thousand years or so. 1
Just one minute after its release, the article and its accompanying pictures attracted tens of thousands of viewers.
Three minutes later, it went up to one hundred thousand.
After five minutes, it had managed to accumulate a million views.
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