Rich Heiress Quits Playing Doormat
On the screen, I wore a sharp white suit, my makeup was flawless, and I looked radiantly confident.
Lying in the mud, Marvin struggled to lift his head. When he looked up at my brilliant, glowing image on the screen, big teardrops welled up in his clouded eyes. He extended a trembling, filthy hand, as if he was reaching out to touch the woman on the screen.
"Hannah… My… Hannah…" he murmured in a voice so soft he could barely hear it himself.
A passerby covered their nose in disgust and kicked his extended hand out of the way. "Get out of here, you filthy beggar! Stop blocking the path!"