Soon, the clients came rushing outside, but not one of them dared to intervene. It seemed they were all well aware that Cassandra was nothing more than a shameless mistress. They kept their distance, silently watching.
Moments later, Cassandra herself came running out, clearly having just finished with a wealthy client. She hadn’t even taken off her gloves. The moment she saw me, she tried to charge forward, but my bodyguards quickly blocked her.
"Are you insane? You, an old hag, dare to destroy my car? This is private property! I’ll call the police and have you arrested!" she shouted, her voice shrill with anger.
I calmly threw Sanz's transfer records in her face.
"I'm still married to him. It’s my money and my car. What’s wrong with smashing it?"
Cassandra was momentarily speechless. She gritted her teeth, quickly pulling out her phone as if clinging to her last hope. She dialed Sanz several times, but not a single call went through.
By now, the high-end clients were beginning to understand the situation. I could hear them whispering in disdain.
"She looked so respectable, but she’s just a mistress?"
"Using another woman’s husband’s money to buy a car? She got what she deserved!"