Jane Sampson felt faint every time she thought about leaving home this morning with an 8 million hairpin on her forehead. No wonder Amber Edwards had such a strange look when she first saw what was on Janeās forehead, looking at her as though she were a lunatic.
The thought of having an 8 million antique dangling on her forehead made Jane Sampson involuntarily mutter to herself, could it be that she felt her head was so heavy this morning when she left the house?
million!
Damn it, itās not 800 bucks!
Jane Sampson hadnāt had time to post anything on Twitter, she just logged out of Twitter and opened WhatsApp to send an emoji to James Black. "Let me, the Princess, calm down, calm down." ā James Blackās wife.
As Jane Sampson was agonizing over whether to call James Black, he replied to her WhatsApp.
The air conditioner at home broken? ā Jane Sampsonās Mr. Black.
A mouthful of old blood almost burst out of Jane Sampson. Was this guy making a dry joke to her?
Jane Sampsonās gaze drifted around the drawer, and after thinking about it, she messaged James Black back.
Didnāt you ask me at noonā if Sister Tin hadnāt told you about my situation, what I wouldāve done? ā James Blackās wife.
What would you do? ā Jane Sampsonās Mr. Black.
Seeing James Blackās response, Jane Sampson took a deep breath and continued to type a string of words to reply.
I wouldāve priced the hairpin at ten million to sell it to her, resolving this matter perfectly in a way thatās very harmoniousāa win-win for both sides where sheās happy and Iām happy. "Smile," "Smile," "Smile" ā James Blackās wife.
After all, having bought you a watch before, I was as poor as a church mouse, and elegantly resolving this, Iād become rich overnight again. ā James Blackās wife.
One hairpin, a profit of 2 million, this dealās worth it! ā James Blackās wife.
After reading all the messages from Jane Sampson, James Blackās face turned utterly dark.
He didnāt bother messaging Jane Sampson, but went straight to making a phone call.
"You want to sell the gift I gave you to Amber Edwards?" His words came out through clenched teeth as if he were biting out each one, "Jane Sampson, youāre looking to die, huh?"
Hearing the threatening tone filled with anger from James Black, Jane Sampson swallowed her saliva, then reassured herself, donāt be afraid, donāt be afraid, James Black is mostly just a paper tiger.
"Sell! Especially when Iām this broke, I definitely would!" Jane Sampson retorted firmly, "Didnāt you tell me it was bought from a two-buck shop? I thought at most it was worth 20,000, ah, back then when she asked me to name a price, why didnāt my brain malfunction and I sell it to her for one million?"
After saying that, Jane Sampson continued in a very distressed tone, "James Black, you always scold me for being foolish, I used to think I wasnāt foolish, but now I realize, yes, youāre right, Iām really foolish through and through! One million, how much ice cream could that buy? Right? What do you think, if I tell Amber Edwards now that Iām selling, do you think sheād still want it?"
After saying so much, Jane Sampson didnāt wait for James Blackās reply because the person on the phone had already been so infuriated by her that he had hung up, leaving her with the buzzing sound.
Jane Sampson held the phone and just thinking about the sight of James Black looking helplessly angry wanting to teach her a lesson but unable to get to her made her gleefully roll around on the bed.
Anger him to death! Anger him to death!
Let him fool her into showing off an 8 million antique hairpin in public, making people think sheās a lunatic.