I slipped off my jacket and tossed it into a trash bin, then turned to face Sophie directly.
"You hit me in public without even knowing the facts—you really think you’re above the law?"
She jutted her chin in arrogance.
"So what if I hit you? What’s wrong with being above the law?"
"I’m the billionaire’s wife now. In Bayshore City, I can do whatever I want!"
Sophie Lane’s gaze shifted to the car behind me.
"Just thinking about my husband’s car being driven by a tramp like you makes me sick!"
"If something’s been tainted, I’d rather destroy it than let filth like you use it!"
She grabbed a brick from the roadside and started smashing my car—windows, headlights, hood—nothing was spared.
"Sophie’s the future billionaire’s wife! We can’t let her be bullied by a lowly homewrecker like Claire Bennett!"
Someone in the crowd of classmates shouted this, and the rest eagerly picked up whatever they could find, raining blows on my vehicle.
But the car was armored—after all their effort, all they managed were a few scratches.
"What kind of car is this? Why is it so damn tough?"
I looked at them and gave a measured warning: