Chapter 862 - 870: Infuriate Him

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 Jane’s 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, it’s not 800 bucks!

Jane Sampson hadn’t 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." — James Black’s wife.

As Jane Sampson was agonizing over whether to call James Black, he replied to her WhatsApp.

The air conditioner at home broken? — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.

A mouthful of old blood almost burst out of Jane Sampson. Was this guy making a dry joke to her?

Jane Sampson’s gaze drifted around the drawer, and after thinking about it, she messaged James Black back.

Didn’t you ask me at noon— if Sister Tin hadn’t told you about my situation, what I would’ve done? — James Black’s wife.

What would you do? — Jane Sampson’s Mr. Black.

Seeing James Black’s response, Jane Sampson took a deep breath and continued to type a string of words to reply.

I would’ve priced the hairpin at ten million to sell it to her, resolving this matter perfectly in a way that’s very harmonious—a win-win for both sides where she’s happy and I’m happy. "Smile," "Smile," "Smile" — James Black’s wife.

After all, having bought you a watch before, I was as poor as a church mouse, and elegantly resolving this, I’d become rich overnight again. — James Black’s wife.

One hairpin, a profit of 2 million, this deal’s worth it! — James Black’s wife.

After reading all the messages from Jane Sampson, James Black’s face turned utterly dark.

He didn’t 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, you’re looking to die, huh?"

Hearing the threatening tone filled with anger from James Black, Jane Sampson swallowed her saliva, then reassured herself, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, James Black is mostly just a paper tiger.

"Sell! Especially when I’m this broke, I definitely would!" Jane Sampson retorted firmly, "Didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t foolish, but now I realize, yes, you’re right, I’m 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 I’m selling, do you think she’d still want it?"

After saying so much, Jane Sampson didn’t wait for James Black’s 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 she’s a lunatic.