Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Xyla was interested in this topic as well. She shifted her gaze to Henry.

“Do you even have a heart? I’m here, agonizing, but you’re still laughing.” Henry frowned, looking upset.

“Seems like there’s drama,” Sebastian deduced.

“Thanks to your jinx, that person really was a shemale. The girl who did the video call with me was hired by him. Whenever he chatted with me through voice message, he used a voice changer, f*ck…” Henry explained.

Xyla couldn’t help smiling at that, but she remained silent as she continued listening earnestly.

“Hahaha… Was it really a shemale? I’m dying of laughter. Say, are you a shemales magnet? You keep meeting shemales in your online dating experiences, hahaha…” Sebastian was holding his sides in laughter.

“The main point was, he got scammed again. That girl weaved a tragic story, saying that her father has Uremia and a kidney transplant that required five hundred thousand. She didn’t have the money, so she had to work a lot of jobs every day. He believed her and transferred her the money,” Gary supplemented.

“Ahem ahem ahem… Isn’t this the same trick that you fell for the last time you tried online dating? Bro, only you would fall into the same trap twice.” Sebastian couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at Henry.

Henry frowned in annoyance and took a long draw of his cigarette. “What do you know? It’s different this time. She even showed me her father’s hospitalization bill, okay?”

then? After that person took your money, did they block you? Were you

said, “How would I have the nerve to make a police report? Isn’t it already embarrassing enough? I only got someone to dig this person up and realized that he was a man. A fifty-year-old geezer

Sebastian asked, “And then?”

but he only returned me four hundred thousand. He gambled away the other hundred thousand and asked me to give him a week to

believe that inside Henry Armstrong’s

you. I’ve already told you that the scam is a little different from last time.” Henry jabbed his elbow harshly

and quickly massaged where it hurt, complaining, “Are you trying to kill

you keep blabbering, I’ll

an idiot but you won’t let anyone say it. You’re dumber than I

in her laughter. It

wouldn’t dare do anything

awkward smile, saying dishonestly, “I

and the man’s own description of himself. Evert though

You want to. You can laugh at him to your heart’s

piped up, “Do you have to be