Even our homeroom teacher looked disgusted. “Ethan, don’t ever tell anyone I taught you. I don’t associate with people who lack morals.”
The murmurs and criticisms from the crowd attracted more onlookers, many snapping pictures and recording videos.
I took off my designer jacket, worth millions and tossed it in the trash. Facing Logan, I kept my voice steady. “You punched me without knowing the full story. Pretty lawless of you.”
Logan sneered. “What are you gonna do about it? You came here in my wife’s car, practically begging to get hit!”
He turned toward the Rolls Royce behind me, his face contorted with anger. “There’s nothing worse than a man who lives off women” He pulled out his keys and scratched “Mistress Deserves Death” onto the car door.
I glanced at the words and said, “Soon, you’ll realize how ironic that phrase is.”
Logan laughed bitterly. “You’re still running your mouth? You shameless loser!” He picked up a brick and smashed it against the car—first the windows, then the hood, leaving dents and shattered glass.
“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?”
Logan scoffed. “So what if it’s worth $300 million? My wife’s money is my money. I can do what I want with it.”