“Logan is the future heir of Besla Business Group! We can’t let him be bullied by someone like Ethan!” someone shouted and suddenly, my old classmates joined in, smashing and vandalizing the car without hesitation. Soon, the Rolls Royce was reduced to wreckage.
I watched them in icy silence. “I hope you’ll feel as satisfied when you have to pay for all this damage.”
No one heeded my words, treating me as if I were invisible. Then, one of Logan’s followers opened the trunk and called out, “Look at all the fancy stuff he’s got in here!”
Logan pulled out a painting and sneered. “You’re living off women and you dare collect art?”
“These items are worth much more than this car,” I warned. “Especially that painting. I’d advise you to leave it alone.”
These were collectibles I’d acquired at auction and hadn’t had time to secure yet, but Logan’s fury only grew. “A lowlife like you doesn’t deserve art.” He tore the painting in half and stomped on it.
Someone recognized the torn artwork and gasped. “That looked like an original from ancient roman! Wasn’t its auction starting price $300 million?”