Chapter 2

I was left disoriented by the slap. The surrounding crowd started to curse at me once again. "I never expected someone who's quiet and reserved like you to actually do something so disgusting." "That's right! You even said you bought this place yourself—what bullshit! You're only in your 20s. How could you afford a place worth over ten million dollars?" Everyone started to mock and criticize me. Even some neighbors I'd interacted with previously were shaking their heads now, calling me a wolf in sheep's clothing. I frowned, looking coldly at Nancy. "It looks like you've got the wrong person, Mrs. Zefferson. Your husband is just a client of my company. Please leave my house. Otherwise, I'll call the police on you!" I assumed she would stop after knowing who I was. I didn't expect her to raise her hand once again, wanting to slap me a second time. Nancy cried, "You seductress! Do you sleep with your clients in order to score deals, then?" I did not see it coming when I got slapped earlier, but I wouldn't let it happen a second time. I grabbed her arm and forcefully shoved her backward. "I'll have my lawyer sue you for assault from that slap earlier!" The crowd rushed over as soon as they saw Nancy being shoved. "What assault? Do you think we'd be scared just because you said you'll sue us?" These people were truly mad. Around us, the neighbors started gossiping. "Consider me unlucky for sharing the same neighborhood with someone like you!" "That's right! No wonder she dresses up so often—it turns out she's being supported by someone else's husband!" The neighbors chattered noisily as they cursed at me, while the streamers by the side started shoving their phones into my face. "Have a good look at this seductress' face, guys! Feel free to teach her a lesson whenever you see her in the future!" "She's really shameless! Not only did she seduce someone's husband, but she's even living in a luxurious condominium and spending money that's supposed to belong to Ms. Nancy!" The viewers started insulting me in the livestream under the instigation of the streamers. Nancy continued to smash my belongings in a fit of anger, cursing, "You think you can use my family's money and live a carefree life here? Dream on! Smash them up, all of you!" Live comments flooded the live stream, and the viewer counts were rising fast. It was as if they had figured out the secret to gaining online traffic, pointing at me and angrily accusing me with righteous indignation. "If no one dares to teach you a lesson, let us represent the fair and just netizens in doing so!" "Give us a like, guys! I'll tear this seductress' house down on your behalf!" The sounds of things being smashed and broken instantly filled the entire place. I stared at the crazy bunch and gave them one last warning. "Go ahead and smash them. But you might want to reconsider if you can even afford to pay for them!" Nancy turned around and glared at me furiously. She then picked up my Patek Philippe watch, worth over one million dollars, and smashed it to the ground right in front of me. "I'm smashing them, alright—what can you do about it?" The watch shattered on the ground, yet she wasn't done. She continued stomping all over it while cursing at me. "That seems like a Patek Philippe watch, likely worth over one million dollars," one of the neighbors muttered when they recognized the item. Nancy was taken aback when she heard his words. She clearly wasn't expecting that she was breaking something so valuable. However, before I could speak up, the streamers said, "What are you afraid of, Ms. Nancy? All these things were bought by your husband. If you sue her, she'll have to compensate you for all of it! It's not a crime to smash your own belongings!" Nancy's eyes lit up when she heard those words, as if she had just found a valid excuse. "So what if it's Patek Philippe? It's something that's bought with my money—do you really think you can have it just like that?" I took a deep breath to calm myself before asking, "Do you have any evidence that these were all bought by your husband?" "Don't worry about the evidence—I'll definitely expose all that evidence online to the public! Go on and smash them all!" Nancy said once again. Upon hearing her words, the surrounding crowd grew agitated and rushed over. The streamers from the so-called Anti-Homewrecker Squad were even more excited as they held onto their phones. I couldn't stop them, so I took my phone out to call the police. Just as I dialed the number, my phone was slapped away from me. "Look, guys! This shameless seductress was even going to call the police! How absurd!" "Hasn't she thought about the consequences when she was seducing someone else's husband, then?" The crowd was looking disdainfully at me, mocking me relentlessly. I stared coldly at them and asked, "Have you ever thought what the consequences would be for doing this?" But clearly, they did not take my warning seriously. They continued to smash my things in order to gain online traffic, even interacting with the viewers. "Give me a like, guys! I'll smash this seductress' cosmetics!" "Oh, my! She's even using such expensive cosmetics. It seems like she's a seasoned seductress, after all!" My cosmetics were reduced to pieces as the sounds of shattering continued. "I'll make her watch us shatter everything she's obtained through deceit today!" "I'm showing homewreckers like you the consequences of seducing someone else's husband!" Some were even commenting as they took my belongings and shattered them in front of me. "Look at this. There's a vase here—a porcelain one, even. A homewrecker shouldn't pretend to be some cultured collector! Say—should I break this?" "Okay! I'll do what you guys say. The Anti-Homewrecker Squad will surely help Ms. Nancy teach her a lesson! Smash it!" "You'd better not touch that Limoges porcelain vase!" I hurriedly stopped them. However, the Limoges porcelain vase I spent 20 million dollars to obtain from the auction was smashed to pieces before I could finish speaking. In just a short time, the living room was in a complete disarray, with not a single item left intact. The crowd prevented me from calling the police, yet I wasn't worried about it. Someone would have kept a record of the live stream—they would serve as evidence later on. "Weren't you quite arrogant earlier? You were even threatening us. So what if we smash them in front of you now?" Nancy asked smugly. I wore an icy expression, my gaze full of anger as I said, "You might be able to afford to smash them now, but I hope you can afford to pay for them later! Don't come begging for my forgiveness later." However, as I was speaking, someone barged into my bedroom and brought out my jewelry box. My expression changed as anger flared up. It wasn't anything valuable, but it was something Mom left for me.