The Ungrateful Brother and The Vicious Sister-in-law

The number of viewers in the live stream surged, and the traffic skyrocketed, making Elisa and her crew even more excited.

"Look at her, riding in my man's car. Ladies, let's smash it!

"I don't want this car either. It's been tainted by this home-wrecker!"

At Elisa's command, the group of aggressive women pulled out wrenches and baseball bats from their cars and started smashing my vehicle in a frenzy. James, the driver, tried to stop them, but he was no match for the aggressive women. Seeing me signal him, James quickly pulled out his phone and called the police. Elisa's group tried to stop him, but James ran off.

"Don't bother chasing him. It's nothing!" Elisa said confidently. "Even if the cops come, so what? It's my man's car—what's the worst that could happen?"

I gritted my teeth and told Elisa, "I hope you're still so confident when the police arrive! This car is worth millions—you can't afford to replace it!"

This car wasn't actually my brother's; it was a gift from my father two years ago. I had been abroad recently, so my brother was just using it temporarily.

Elisa slapped me again and sneered, "It's just a cheap car. Only someone like you would treat it like a treasure!"

"If I wanted one, my man could buy me a new one anytime!

"Ladies, smash everything inside the car!"

I was at a loss for words at Elisa's ignorance. This luxury Maybach was worth over twenty million—it was far beyond what her boyfriend could afford. His annual salary was only about a million, which wouldn't even cover twenty years of debt.

My brother Scott Davidson's abilities were mediocre. If he weren't my brother, I would have fired him from the family business long ago due to his branch's declining performance.

"Hey, look! There are a lot of antiques and artworks in here!"

"This mistress has an interest in fine art too?"

"How shameless to steal someone's man and pretend to be cultured!"

"Does anyone here know about antiques and art? Are these things real or fake?"

The women dragged out two large suitcases from the car and opened them. When they saw the antiques and artwork inside, they were momentarily stunned.

The value of antiques and artworks was hard to estimate. If they were fakes, it was no big deal. But if they were real, damaging them would be incredibly costly.

Elisa, clearly caught up in the excitement, said, "Smash everything! Even if these things are real, they were bought with my man's money!

"My man's money is my money. If this harlot touched them, I don't want them!"

With that, Elisa grabbed a piece of artwork and ripped it apart.

My heart sank. It was a renowned Renaissance painting which my father had bought for nearly four hundred million ten years ago. It was also the most valuable item in the estate my parents left behind overseas.

Seeing Elisa's smug expression and the destruction being recorded by the surveillance cameras, I decided to let the cameras capture everything. I would make sure Elisa paid for this, and I'd make sure she experienced the same kind of suffering she had inflicted on me.

When Elisa and her crew started rummaging through the trunk, I panicked.

"Stop! You can't touch those things!"