Girlfriend's Honey Trap, Boyfriend's Counterkill

When the crowd heard there was also the matter of a stolen family heirloom stamp, they all turned to look at the Daltons scornfully.

Seeing their disapproving looks, the Daltons panicked.

However, after a brief moment, Danielle turned to me and admonished me sternly, "Wyatt, how can you be so shameless? That stamp is a family heirloom that my grandfather left us. Why did you say it was yours?"

Then, she turned to the surrounding neighbors and spoke in a choked-up voice.

"Neighbors and friends, please be the judge. We were at the stage of discussing marriage, so I showed him our family heirloom. I never expected him to set his sights on it.

"Now, not only is he here to extort me, but he's even accusing me of stealing it. Why do I have such terrible luck to end up with such a scumbag…"

Catching on, Gena pointed at me and started yelling, "You shameless bastard! Being useless is one thing, but how can you be so despicable, too? How dare you try to extort us for our family heirloom and accuse Danielle? You… You'll die a horrible death!"

Patrick feigned heartbreak as well. "I must've been blind to ever let my daughter get involved with a piece of trash like you!"

Faced with their accusations, I quickly retorted, "Rubbish! That stamp is clearly mine! Danielle stole it from me when I was asleep—"

Before I could finish, however, the neighbors' angry voices drowned me out.

"How can you be so despicable, young man? Not only did you trick their daughter, but you want to extort their family heirloom, too?"

"You say they stole your heirloom, but where's the proof? If you don't have proof, then it's just slander. You could go to jail for that."

"Do you think a stamp worth over ten million dollars would be that easy to steal? I think you failed at extorting them, so now you're just crying wolf! Get lost, or we'll call the cops!"

Seeing that the neighbors were siding with them, Patrick and Gena took the chance to stir things up. They took off their shoes and hurled them at me.

"Scram!"

The neighbors followed suit, grabbing brooms and bottles to throw at me.

When she saw me in such a sorry state, Danielle put on a smug expression. It was as if she were saying, "This is what you get for going against me."

Her arrogance made my blood boil. I snatched a broom that was hurled at me and threw it to the ground.

"You say I have no evidence that you stole the stamp, and that I'm slandering you," I yelled, pointing at Danielle. "Then, what about the 80 thousand dollars you borrowed for me and haven't paid back? The transfer records are right there. You can't deny that, can you?

"Pay up! Now!"

Gena was beside herself with panic when she heard I wanted the money back. "What nonsense are you spouting? Since when have we ever owed you money?"

I pulled out my phone and showed everyone the transfer records.

"Take a close look, everyone. On May 3, Danielle's dad borrowed 20 thousand dollars from me to buy a car. On June 4, her mom borrowed 30 thousand dollars for surgery. On August 9, they borrowed another 30 thousand dollars so they could buy a small apartment.

"Each transaction is clearly recorded. I'm not falsely accusing them of this now, am I?"

When the neighbors saw the records on my phone, their hostility toward me eased considerably, and they began urging the Daltons to back down.

"Since things have already blown up like this, you should pay him back and end things cleanly."

"You're already broken up, so you definitely should pay the young lad back. Even though he was wrong to try to extort the stamp, it's still a separate matter."

"Looking at it now, it's hard to say who's extorting whom with the stamp…"

As Danielle heard the crowd, her expression darkened dramatically. She glared at me viciously and snapped, "It's just 80 thousand dollars. We'll just pay you back."