The revelation struck Stella like a thunderbolt, freezing her in her tracks. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she grappled with the enormity of her actions. The realization that a mere stroke of her hand could have obliterated over 100 million dollars left her reeling.
"Ms. Carter, don't be afraid. These treasures were acquired with the funds of your boyfriend. Is not his wealth yours? Why should you be worried about damaging your things?"
This exchange elicited a sardonic chuckle from me.
After all, Howard was hardly a paragon of wealth. Even if he were entrusted with a subsidiary company, his incompetence would render it worthless, its market value a mere fraction of the artwork's worth.
Were it not for our marital bond, I would have long since fired him.
Stella, however, remained moved.
"My boyfriend's wealth is mine, and thus, his acquisitions are my domain. If I choose to destroy what is mine, what business is it of yours? Destroy it all!" Stella commanded.
At her bidding, the mob surged forward. Their frenzy intensified as if fueled by a potent elixir.
Not a single vase, antique, or piece of jewelry was spared.