In my previous life, as soon as Vivian bowed, I hurried to help her up.

This time, I just watched coldly. Seeing no response, she dropped to her knees and started kowtowing to me.


Each bow made a loud thud.

My friend tugged at my sleeve.

Many guests were here today, all looking our way.


I squeezed her hand.

What's the rush?


"Vivian!" Gabriel's expression darkened.

In just this short time, Vivian's forehead was already bleeding.

Combined with her tearful eyes, it was quite a pitiful sight.

She glanced back at Gabriel, then at me, bit her lip, and continued kowtowing.

I casually picked up a wine glass from the table.

I suddenly wondered: just how far would she take this act?