Abel was staring blankly at Li Qiyu and didn't react for a moment.
The woman in sunglasses gestured slightly, and two male servants approached: "Her identity isn't fit to enter the jewelry store. She's probably here to steal something—kick her out!"
Without a word, the two male servants grabbed Li Qiyu's arms and threw her out of the jewelry store.
Her body fell onto the sleek, mirror-like floor of the mall corridor as passersby from different countries curiously gazed at her.
Li Qiyu's long hair slightly disheveled; one of her high heels had come off and landed on the ground, and her ankle was sprained.
Enduring the pain, she rubbed her ankle; the woman in sunglasses walked out, looking down at her. "Li Qiyu, I have already had your current state photographed. By tomorrow, Country Z will be spread with the news of your downfall in Italy, desperate and far from home. I think many people have waited too long for this day and will clap their hands in approval."
