The Museum's Treasure was Smashed!

I hadn't been in the car long when Laird sent me a message: [Baby, after today, are you going to reimburse me for those swim trunks?"]

I slowly typed out a question mark in response.

[I know it's tough for you, sweetheart. Just relax and play nice with your sugar daddy. I won't make a scene.]

I was fuming. I'd been sending him money constantly and now he had the gall to think I was just living off someone else's generosity to spend on him.

And every time he asked for money, he acted so entitled!

I thought, What a sponge! I can't believe I ever thought he had potential.

I said: [I'm not giving you a single cent! Get over it! You're pathetic, only thinking about spending a woman's money instead of earning your own! I'm not your personal cash cow, so don't expect me to be your target!]

Laird lost it, replying with a string of furious messages: [Fine! Don't come crawling back later! You've been with so many old men, and you're lucky I even bother with you!"]

[Do you know how many people are lining up after me?]

Then came a barrage of insults. I ignored them and checked the security feed in the poolside lounge.

It didn't take long to see a couple starting to play their twisted games.

I quickly saved the video.

After wrapping up things at the office, I returned to my apartment.

It was conveniently close to both home and work, a gift from Clarke to make my internship easier.

Just as I changed into my pajamas, I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, Laird, Jennifer, and a bunch of classmates from our course stood there.

Laird was live-streaming on his phone. "Let's show everyone what a pampered student looks like today!"

Seeing their hostile intent, I tried to get them to leave. "What are you doing here? Breaking into someone's home is illegal!"

But Laird ignored me and pushed past. "You can do all this, but you're scared of people finding out?"

A burly guy, clearly a hired thug, came in at Laird's signal. He restrained my arms behind my back, leaving me helpless.

The others immediately started ransacking my apartment, smashing things up. I was frantic. "Are you guys insane? This will cost you!"

Laird just laughed. "My girlfriend and I have plenty of cash. We're not worried about a few bucks!"

I was speechless. They were the perfect pair—he played the rich playboy, and she the wealthy heiress.

Laird shoved his phone in my face, his other hand gripping my chin roughly. "Hey everyone, check this out. This is Louis. Remember her face so you don't get fooled by her later. Don't let her fool you into being the nice guy who picks up the tab!"

I tried to bite Laird's hand, but he noticed and slapped me hard across the face. "Look at this slut, trying to bite me!"

Before I could react, he slapped the other side of my face. The force of it made my ears ring.

The comments exploded on the livestream, cheering him on.

[That's what she deserves! People like her ruin society!]

[Society laughs at poverty but not at whores! We work our whole lives, and she gets to have money for a few minutes in bed!]

The insults grew nastier, with some saying I'd be worth less after tonight and suggesting they'd book me in advance for future engagements.

Jennifer looked utterly alarmed, her wide eyes red with worry. "Laird, isn't this a bit much? Why don't we just report her to the school and have them expel her..."

Laird immediately pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "Oh, honey, you've been too sheltered. Just expelling her isn't enough. We need everyone to know who she is, so they'll stay far away from this troublemaker!"

Jennifer put on a sweet, obedient expression. "Laird, I'm with you on this!"

At that moment, a voice came from my bedroom. "Laird, you need to see this!"

Laird had someone drag me to the bedroom, filming the whole way. I saw the guy holding my pillow, and my eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just any pillow—it was a priceless family heirloom.

"Please, don't touch it! It's my family's treasure!"

Laird took a look at the jade pillow, smirking as he walked over. "A family treasure? Looks more like a perverted old man's toy to me. Why don't you explain to the live stream how you normally use it? I wouldn't even want to touch it, but now that I'm here..."

With that, he grabbed the jade pillow and slammed it to the floor, shattering it into pieces. My eyes filled with despair as I watched the fragments scatter.

The comments exploded again.

[I think I've seen that pillow in a museum before. Isn't it a prized exhibit?]

Laird saw the comments and snorted dismissively. "Pfft, that's definitely a fake. No old man would give a genuine museum piece to a kept university girl!"