Chapter 21
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Mrs. Victoria was lying on a chair in the flower garden, comfortably calling a masseuse to massage her face.
The iron door that was closing suddenly made a resounding sound of being opened.
Mrs. Victoria was startled. She turned around and saw a global limited edition Rolls-Royce directly crashing into the iron door, not even slowing down, but running straight towards the flower garden.
The maids around were all scared to death, and Mrs. Victoria froze on the spot.
Right after that, that Rolls-Royce car calmly drove through the garden of roses in full bloom.
Finally, the car stopped steadily in front of the house.
And the rose garden was crushed under the wheels, extremely lonely.
Mrs. Victoria almost fainted.
That is the flower she loves the most.
No matter how powerful the person in the car is, she still wants to sue the other person.
Mrs. Victoria aggressively walked towards the Rolls-Royce. She saw that the car door had opened and a pair of high heels touching the ground appeared first.
Next, a woman walked out, she was so beautiful that she could be compared to actresses in magazines, her temperament was extremely elegant and very gorgeous.
Mrs. Victoria was dumbfounded again. She felt that this woman was very familiar but couldn't remember who she was.
When Rose heard the noise and went downstairs, she gritted her teeth and screamed. 'Bitch Bertha, you dare appear in front of me again, I will tear you apart."
Mrs. Victoria stopped her daughter, looking in surprise at Bertha who was standing opposite her with her arms crossed, elegant and noble.
Her jaw dropped.
We just haven't seen each other for a few days, how could that bitch change into a completely different person?
Before, why didn't she discover that Bertha was so beautiful?
Bertha was amused, staring at Mrs. Victoria, the corner of her mouth curled up sarcastically. "What's wrong? Have you forgotten me?"
Now knowing that the person who ruined her rose garden was Bertha, Mrs. Victoria said aggressively, arrogantly, arms crossed.
"Don't think that if you change your appearance and find someone to rely on, you can act arrogant towards me. You ruined my flower garden, I want you to compensate me a thousand times over."
Bertha said nonchalantly. "What then?"
Mrs. Victoria glanced toward her daughter. "Last time you bullied Rose, this time you came to my door yourself. I want you to bow your head and apologize to her, and pay off all the debt you owe her."
Having finished speaking, she winked at the maid standing on the left and right sides.
They understood what their master meant, stared at Bertha, and walked up to her.
Bertha leaned against the car door, stroked her nails, and spoke calmly. "Okay, I remember everything. Anyway, I'm here today to collect my debt."
Dues?
What do they owe her?
Mrs. Victoria was suspicious, Bertha clapped her hands, and ten bodyguards wearing black suits appeared, standing seriously behind her.
The people dressed in black like crows radiated a terrifying aura, making the three maids scared and not daring to move.
Mrs. Victoria asked in disgust. "What do you want anyway?"
"I told you, I'm here to collect my debt."
Bertha's gaze gradually turned cold, then she gave orders to the bodyguards behind her. "You should destroy all valuable furniture, not even a bowl should be left behind."
"You dare?"
Rose and Mrs. Victoria spoke up almost at the same time.
Mrs. Victoria was angry, her expression was like an eggplant, and she threatened. "It is illegal for you to arbitrarily break into someone else's house. If you dare to break a bowl in my house, I will immediately report to the police. I will send you to jail."
Bertha blinked, smiled, and slowly took out a copy of the evidence from her bag.
"Okay, I want to see more when the police get here, will they arrest me, or arrest you."
Mrs. Victoria and Rose glanced at the contents of the evidence copy, their faces immediately turned pale, and they were speechless.
This time, they didn't know how to explain.
Bertha saw that the other two were silent, and she silently shook her head sarcastically.
She thought they would continue to resist for a while longer stubbornly.
"Let's start, finish destroying it, then we can take the next step." She spoke metaphorically, smiling so much that her eyebrows were slightly arched.
In what seemed like just a few seconds, the bodyguards quickly took action.
Four of them controlled all the maids, six others were in charge of destroying this villa.
Very soon, the sound of objects being broken continued throughout the villa.
The maids were controlled and heard the loud crashing sound. They were all frightened and did not dare to look.
Mrs. Victoria was also terrified.
Rose huddled deeply into her mother's arms in fear. She suddenly remembered something and immediately exploded. "Oh no. The limited edition LC cosmetics set I ordered overseas last month was just shipped here. Can't beat it, can't beat it."
She was confused and rushed out of Mrs. Victoria's arms, panicked, and ran upstairs to stop him.
A shrill scream rang out, mixed with the sound of broken porcelain.
Heard it from afar, like the sound of a devil.
Mrs. Victoria clenched her hands, digging her nails into her skin, and throwing hateful eyes at Bertha. She hated Bertha, just wanted to burn Bertha alive.
Every broken sound was the sound of money, her heart ached as if being stabbed by a knife.
But because she maintains the instinct of a lady who lives in luxury, even if she dies, Mrs. Victoria will not bow to this damn girl either.
She suppressed the pain in her heart and glared at Bertha angrily. "You are truly cruel. Bitch, just wait, then you will get retribution. I will not let you go."
Bertha laughed loudly. "So, what you did to me three years ago isn't considered cruel?"
Mrs. Victoria scorned. "An unknown, scoundrel woman like you is inherently unworthy of my son. What I do is just teach you the rules of the upper class. You can't stand the pain and want a divorce, that has nothing to do with me. What's my fault?"
Her excuse made Bertha smile.
Okay, the more I try to explain to someone like Mrs. Victoria, she won't see where she's wrong.
