"Felicity is going to be the future First Lady of All Grand Group! We can't let her be bullied by a lowlife like Megan!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Suddenly, everyone started grabbing anything they could find to join in the destruction.
After smashing the windows, they even climbed inside, vandalizing the seats and interior.
My once-pristine luxury car was quickly reduced to a heap of wreckage.
I watched these lunatics with a cold glare. "I hope when it comes time for you to pay for this mess, you'll be just as eager to take responsibility."
But my words fell on deaf ears; they acted like I was invisible.
Just then, one of Felicity's lackeys pried open the trunk and shouted, "Hey, look! She's got a bunch of cool stuff hidden back here!"
Felicity stepped closer, pulling out a painting with a scornful smirk.
"A sleazy woman who makes a living off her body trying to play connoisseur with a collection? Give me a break."
I couldn't help but issue a warning in return. "These items are worth far more than my car, especially that painting.
"I'd advise you to be careful."
The contents of my trunk were prized acquisitions from auctions that I hadn't yet found a place for.