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Katherine’s true colors.

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Her words were pointed, making Katherine nearly snap a nail in frustration.

“I think some people deserve to die,” Katherine said, her spite now fully exposed.

“Terry, pay quickly so we can leave. It’s bad luck to keep talking about a dead person.”

Terry’s fist clenched at his side, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes as he looked at Katherine.

Nevertheless, he handed his bank card to the assistant.

Moments later, the assistant informed them that Bob had issued a statement, stripping Terry of all his positions and freezing all his assets.

“I’m sorry, but this card can’t be used now. Also, Bob has instructed that you both should be asked to leave if seen here in the future,” the assistant added.

“I don’t know who deserves to die, but cheaters and

homewreckers never end up well.”

Katherine was about to lash out, but Terry grabbed her hand and led her out.

His face was flushed with embarrassment.

As I watched this farcical scene, my dead heart felt a twinge of satisfaction.

As long as they were miserable, I felt at ease.

But this was only the beginning.