After three years of marriage, Wendy Stewart was used to Michael Lucas's sarcastic remarks, his frequent threats about getting divorced, and even his indulgence of a mistress. She thought that she could bear with this her entire life, until she accidentally got pregnant with a child that Michael did not want. Finally despondent, Wendy signed the divorce agreement and left. She thought they could have parted ways forever, but Michael refused to stop looking for her after the divorce. When they met again, she was the world's top designer. Smiling sweetly at her ex-husband, she said, "My dear, we're already divorced." Michael simply stared at her coldly, "Tell me, what will it take for us to reconcile?"
"You are preventing us from watching the movie by walking around."
"The movie still has a few minutes to go, plus a post-credits scene at the end. You guys came in too early."
"Can you go out first and come in after we finish watching?"
"I want to make a complaint. You guys have negatively affected our viewing experience!"
...
There were more and more dissatisfied voices.
"What is this?"
"What are you doing!"
"This smells so pungent!"
"Oh no. It seems to be gasoline!"
...
Wendy also noticed the pungent smell of gasoline.
For an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the few people wearing staff uniforms who had just walked in.
However, the next second, the widespread blaze instantly illuminated the entire movie theater.
"Ah, fire, what a huge fire..."
"What the hell is this! What the hell is this movie theater doing?"