Chapter 1062: Help...come here!
Chapter 1062: Help...come here!
Chapter 1062: Help...come here!
Chapter 1062 Help...someone comes!
She enjoys a life surrounded by people and surrounded by stars, as if she is the only protagonist in the whole world.
And everyone else must rely on her, surrender at her feet, and worship her at the highest level.
It was just after nine o'clock, and the atmosphere in the bar had reached a climax.
Deafening music, dazzling lights, men and women drinking wine and partying to their heart's content.
Cecilia, is the sapphire ring you have the one at the Paris auction?
A famous lady recognized the sapphire ring on her index finger. The impostor nodded and immediately received envious exclamations from the surrounding ladies.
A sapphire worth three hundred million dollars is on your hand, Cecilia, you are truly Gods favorite.
The counterfeiter's vanity was greatly satisfied. This was also the purpose of her party tonight. She was secretly flattered by the flattery, but she pretended to be disdainful and said, "It's only 300 million, nothing to be surprised about."
"Cecilia, for your wealth, three hundred million US dollars is not surprising, but for us to collect...it is too expensive." A socialite said enviously and honestly.
Indeed, the Onassis family's wealth is already as rich as any other country.
Three hundred million U.S. dollars is just a drop in the bucket of the Onassis familys wealth.
Its not surprising.
In the bathroom of the bar, Su Fu pushed away the long hair that covered her face and smiled at Lucifer, "Lucifer, do you think I look good?"
Lucifer was a little frightened and couldn't appreciate her ghost costume. "My dear, can you stay away from me?"
No matter what, you have to say Im beautiful.
Lucifer couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his arms suddenly to hug her, "My Cecilia is the most beautiful, unique, and unparalleled in the world."
Thats pretty much it. Lets go and have a look. Is the counterfeit here?
As soon as he finished speaking, Leo knocked on the bathroom door, "Miss Cecilia, the impostor is here."
Fake people pay attention to pomp and circumstance in everything they do, even when going out. It is not enough to clear the place beforehand, but they also need to reserve a bathroom for their own use.
The bathroom should be sprayed with her favorite incense, and special skin-friendly toilet mats should be used. Even the toilet paper should be lightly scented.
At this moment, the impostor, who had been drunk for three rounds, was staggering toward the bathroom with his face glowing red.
Soph immediately pulled Lucifer and hid in a cubicle, signaling him to keep quiet.
The heavy door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the high heels made a crisp sound on the floor.
She walked messily, humming a tune in her mouth, and pushed open the compartment door.
The impostor opened the toilet seat and saw that the toilet was full of blood and there was a human head. He was so frightened that he screamed, "Ah-"
Her body collapsed on the floor, she closed her eyes in fear, and shouted miserably: "Help... someone is coming!"
The electricity made a hissing sound, and the lights in the bathroom flickered for a few seconds.
Snapped.
The bathroom was plunged into darkness, and the darkness amplified the fear to the limit.
The impostor was paralyzed and rolled out of the bathroom, bumping into something cold.
She stretched out her hand and touched it, coldly, wiped the wetness from her hand, and a weak light came on.
She saw the person in front of her, his pale face covered with blood, his long black hair hanging on both sides of his face, and his eyes staring straight at her.