Instead, I cast a glance at the security cameras scattered throughout the house, knowing that their every act of vandalism was being recorded.
The time would come for them to pay the price for their madness.
"Let's make sure we haven't missed anything. This mistress shouldn't be left with anything of value."
They marched into my bedroom to ransack the bedside table.
"Look what we've found!"
Someone emerged from the bedroom with a sandalwood box in hand.
At the sight of it, my expression shifted. "Don't you dare touch that."
As my sudden tension became apparent, Stella sneered, "Changed your tune, have you? Just moments ago, you were so brazen. Are you trembling now?"
The hosts were emboldened by her confidence. "Guys, this mistress has finally shown her fear. It seems the contents of this box are of great value!"
"What could be hidden within?"
They speculated, and their excitement mounted as if they had unearthed a treasure trove.
The audience in the live broadcast room buzzed with fervor. Their curiosity was piqued to its zenith.
I spoke with caution, "There is nothing of value within, but it holds great significance to me. You must not touch it."