"You’d better stop now. This isn’t just any car—damaging it isn’t something you can fix by throwing money at it."
Hearing that only made Sophie angrier.
"This is my husband’s car! I’ll smash it if I want—what’s the big deal?"
The next second, she and several others yanked open the doors, climbed inside, and began slashing at the seats and tearing at the interior. In moments, the once-pristine cabin looked wrecked and filthy.
Watching this mob lose all control, I quietly pulled out my phone and called my superior.
"Sir, the government-issued car assigned to me has just been vandalized."
Before he could answer, one of Sophie’s lackeys lunged forward, grabbed my phone, and hurled it to the ground, smashing it.
"Trying to snitch? You’re just a mistress who seduces men—what right do you have?"
"What, gonna call all your sugar daddies to crush us? Hah!"
"You’re addicted to showing off—everyone here knows exactly what you’re worth."
"Yeah, were you born in a trash can or something? You’re really committed to the act!"
My old classmates burst into raucous laughter, spitting mockery without restraint.
I stared at the shattered phone on the ground and said coldly,