"I'm the wife of the richest man now. In Brighton City, I can do whatever I want!"
She glanced at the car behind me and spat venomously:
"The thought of a slut like you driving my husband’s car makes me sick! I’d rather destroy filth than let you use it!"
She grabbed a brick from the roadside and began smashing it at my car.
Windows, lights, hood—none were spared.
“Bianca is the future wife of the richest man. We can’t let her be bullied by a cheap mistress like Elena!” someone shouted.
At once, classmates picked up anything they could and joined in, striking my car wildly. But my car was bulletproof. After all their effort, it bore only scratches, no real damage.
This only enraged them further.
“What kind of car is this? Why won’t it break?”
I looked at them coldly and warned:
“Stop. This isn’t an ordinary car. Damaging it won’t just mean compensation.”
My words only stoked Bianca’s fury.
“This is my husband’s car. I can smash it if I like! What’s the problem?”
The next second, she and the others yanked open the doors, climbed inside, and began slashing at the seats and furnishings.
The once-pristine interior was instantly shredded.
Staring at madness, I silently pulled out my phone and called my boss.
“Boss, the company car has been wrecked.”
Before the line connected, one of Bianca’s lackeys snatched the phone and slammed it to the ground.
“Still want to complain? You’re just a mistress who seduces men—how dare you?”
“Planning to call your sponsors to crush us? Hahaha!”
“You’re hopelessly pretentious. We’re all classmates—we know exactly what you are.”
“Yeah, reincarnated trash. So good at acting superior!”
The crowd erupted into laughter, mocking me without pause.
I looked at the shattered phone on the ground and said icily:
“Laugh while you still can.”
Bianca instantly lunged forward, clutching my collar.
“You bitch, you dare threaten us?”
As she spat those words, her gaze fell on the jade necklace at my collar. Her eyes gleamed, and she yanked it off in one swift motion.
“This necklace doesn’t look cheap. My husband must’ve bought it for you, didn’t he?”
My face drained of color. “Give it back!”
Sensing my sudden panic, Bianca sneered.
“So nervous? Then it must be priceless!”
Frantic, I said quickly, “It’s not worth much, but it’s very important to me. Return it!”
I reached to grab it back.
That jade necklace is the only keepsake my parents left me.
They were martyrs—my heroes and role models.
The last time I saw them was the day before my eighteenth birthday.
They promised to return and celebrate after their mission.
I waited at home.
But what returned were two urns of ashes and this necklace.
My boss said they had entrusted it to him before they died, asking him to give it to me.
My parents dedicated their lives to the country. This necklace was their final birthday gift.
It is my most treasured weakness.
And I will never allow anyone to defile it.
