Horrible illegitimate Daughter, Don't Frame Me!

Mila was still not satisfied, so after tearing it apart, she splashed ink on it.

The host next to Mila was a bit stunned looking at the shredded pieces on the ground.

"The one you just tore apart seems to be an authentic of Monet. I saw it at an auction before, and it seemed to be sold to a mysterious tycoon for fifty million dollars. Could this really be true?"

When Mila heard this, her hand trembled in fear. She probably didn't expect this painting to be so valuable.

At that moment, another host sarcastically remarked, "It must be fake. How could she, a female college student, afford such expensive artwork?

"Besides, even if it's real, she used Mila's dad's money to buy them all.

"Is there anything wrong with a daughter smashing her own father's belongings?"

These words made me burst into laughter out of anger.

Richard was just a son-in-law who married into our family. After marrying my mother, he didn't have much ambition and only held a low-level position in our company.

The monthly salary he received barely covered his living expenses.

Later, when my mother passed away, I saw how heartbroken he was, so I had the lawyer transfer one million dollars every month as his living allowance and even gave him my mother's second-hand Maybach to drive.

But even so, he couldn't afford those paintings.

Relatives in my family would often say that if it weren't for my mother, Richard would probably only be capable of being a security guard at the company.

But unexpectedly, Mila believed what that host said.

"You're right, my dad's money is my money. All these things were bought with my dad's money. I smashed my own family's things, what does it have to do with a mistress?!

"Everyone, smash! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

After receiving Mila's instructions, everyone immediately became motivated and smashed even harder.

All the other famous paintings and sculptures in the study were completely destroyed.

The luxury shoes, handbags, and haute couture dresses in my bedroom couldn't escape the fate of being ruined either.

Even the silk bedding on my bed was soaked in dirty water by them.

Seeing that neither kind persuasion nor stern warnings could stop this group of people's madness.

I had no choice but to take out my phone and prepare to call the police.

However, before I could dial, a sharp-eyed host noticed.

With a vicious expression, he snatched the phone from me and forcefully threw it to the ground.

"Bah! A mistress has the nerve to call the police?

"Don't think that the law can't handle mistresses like you, so you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, what the law can't handle, our internet judges will!

"Our online judges specialize in dealing with morally corrupt bitches like you!"

Seeing my phone shattered on the ground, the audience in the livestream cheered in satisfaction.

The home that was once like a work of art turned into a garbage dump in an instant.

I watched those frenzied hosts, their eyes filled with anger, and said coldly, "You are enjoying smashing things so much now. I hope you will have the same enthusiasm when it's time to pay for your actions and end up in jail. Don't come crying and begging me then."

But my words meant nothing to them. On the contrary, they became even more enthusiastic in their smashing.

While they smashed, they interacted with the audience in the livestream.

"Hey, guys, do you feel a sense of satisfaction?

"A morally corrupt bitch like this has no right to possess these good things!

"If the artists who created these paintings knew that their works were being collected by a mistress, they would be furious.

"Everyone, give us likes. Let's get the likes up to three hundred thousand, and we'll keep smashing!"

Watching this group of people whose minds were clouded by popularity, I didn't say anything more.

I had already said what needed to be said.

But it's true that it's difficult to reason with those damned fools.

Luckily, when I moved into this house, I installed surveillance cameras at the entrance.

Everyone involved in this farce, whether they were big hosts or small followers, wouldn't be able to escape.

Seeing how calm I was, one host sneered and said,

"Hey, guys, this bitch is so composed. Could it be that there are still some treasures hidden in her house that we haven't found? Let's search together."

Hearing that, Mila flipped over the mattress in my bedroom.

In the hidden compartment of the bed frame, a black velvet box was revealed.

My face changed drastically when I saw this.

"Don't touch that box!"