Chapter 2

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He didn't realize that those vases were genuine antiques.

I had bought them from the city's top auction house.

I spent hundreds of thousands on them.

Just one of those broken vases was enough to send them to prison for a long time.

The lobby was a disaster zone.

But they weren't satisfied.

They started eyeing the private VIP rooms in the back.

I couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Stop! Please!"

Vince let out a cold laugh.

He kicked the door to my private suite open and barged in.

"Brothers, the gold digger is panicking. She's definitely hiding something dirty in here."

"The more she begs, the more I want to see what's inside!"

Vince started tearing the room apart.

This was where I took my naps and kept my personal things.

My clothes and private belongings were tossed onto the floor like garbage.

"Look at this! No wonder there's a 'Private' sign on the door. This isn't a spa. It's a bordeaux!"

Vince used his baton to hook a pair of black lace underwear.

He waved them in front of the camera with a disgusting smirk.

The livestream chat exploded with insults.

【She really is a professional. Keeping slutty outfits in her shop? Gross.】

【Probably for her sugar daddies. Who knows what kind of sick stuff they do here.】

【No decent woman keeps this stuff at work. Disgusting!】

【Smash it! Break everything! These are just tools for her scams!】

I felt like I was going to faint.

Those were my personal clothes.

I had just picked them up from the dry cleaners to take home.

I didn't understand why this was happening to me.

Vince's face twisted into a snarl.

"Don't worry, brothers. Big Vince is getting justice for everyone today. We're leaving nothing behind!"

At his command, the punks started smashing my wardrobe and vanity.

One of them spotted the oil painting hanging above the bed.

He raised his baton to strike it.

I lunged forward and grabbed his leg.

"Not that painting! Please! It was my grandfather's favorite. If you leave it alone, I swear I won't call the police!"

Vince laughed so hard he nearly choked.

He grabbed me by the hair again and shoved my face toward the lens.

"Hear that? The gold digger is begging. That's a confession, boys! She knows she's a fraud."

"Now, should we smash this painting? You guys decide!"

The viewers were in a frenzy.

【Smash it! She bought it with stolen blood and sweat!】

【She's crying crocodile tears. Think about the families she ruined. Break it!】

【It's just another prop to make her look classy for her clients. Burn it!】

【I'm sending a 'Lion' gift right now. Smash that thing!】

Vince's eyes turned red with greed as the expensive digital gifts rolled in.

"You heard them. You've pissed off the whole internet. This is what you get for being a home-wrecker."

But I had never done any of those things.

I earned every penny I had through hard work.

He let me go and personally swung the baton, shattering the frame and tearing the canvas.

I took that moment of distraction to scratch the punk holding me.

I bolted through the back door of the shop.

I didn't forget to lock it behind me from the outside.

In the chaos, they had snatched my phone.

I ran toward the property management office barefoot.

I needed to call for help.

There were always staff on duty during the day.

If I could just get the police there, I could clear my name.

I reached the office and saw the manager staring at his phone.

"Call 911! They're trashing my shop and they attacked me!"

We paid a fortune in management fees every year for security.

I chose this place because it was supposed to be safe.

According to our contract, they were responsible for our protection.

Seeing the manager, my legs gave out and I collapsed on the floor.