I bid a sky-high price for a piece of jewelry, but the auctioneer still wouldn't bring down her gavel. When I demanded an explanation, she turned her tearful eyes toward my husband and accused me of bringing different men here to spend money.
“Madam, my professional ethics won't allow me to watch you keep swindling people.”
“Sir, I'll refund your money, and I'm willing to cover your losses. I only ask that you open your eyes and find the girl who truly loves you.”
My husband looked touched, and the two of them exchanged smoldering glances right in front of me. Faced with the astonished looks of everyone around us, I snatched back my black card.
“It's my card and my money. Why are you giving it to a driver trying to marry into wealth?”
