“No!” I felt like my heart was being torn apart. This pendant, my mother’s last gift, was destroyed before my eyes.
“You bastard!” I couldn’t hold back. My fist swung at Logan’s face, landing with all the rage I had. The punch sent him reeling backward, but before I could follow up, another classmate kicked me and soon the others joined in, raining punches and kicks on me.
“How dare you hit Logan? He’s the husband of the president of Besla Business Group now!”
“It was just a necklace anyway, something you probably got from serving some rich woman. Why so dramatic?”
“Shameless trash, seducing other men’s wives for money and you dare to hit Logan? You think your old classmates are here to be pushed around?”
Even the class teacher joined in, kicking me twice when no one was watching. Beaten and bruised on the ground, I trembled with anger. “You’re all going to regret this!” I spat through gritted teeth.
The group laughed, finding my threat ridiculous.
“Regret? You think you’re still some high school genius?”
“What’s the use of being a top student? Look at you now, scrounging off others. Pathetic!”
“A man living off women should know his place and take his beatings quietly.”
“You’re digging up old friends just to beg? If I were you, I’d be too ashamed to show my face.”
They held me down, sneering and humiliating me as onlookers gawked and spat. Logan, surrounded by his supporters, stepped on my face, grinning. “Regret? Sure, I’ll wait and see how you make me regret anything!”
Just then, a line of luxury cars roared up and stopped in front of the crowd. A man in a suit stepped out, moving with calm authority…
