With her heavy weight pressing down on my wrist, my facial features twisted in pain.
The more I suffered, the more frenzied her expression became.
Several wealthy ladies crossed over my body and entered my dressing room.
A sharp female voice came from inside. "Makena, your husband has bought a lot of good stuff for this bitch, and there's no more room inside!"
"I can't even buy these many clothes in limited editions!"
Hearing this, Makena instantly widened her eyes, and her hatred made her lose all her rationality.
The floor was covered with fragments, so she took off my slippers from my feet, put them on, and stepped into the cloakroom.
She cut up all my clothes with scissors and swept the jewelry to the ground.
The jade was smashed, and the gold was somewhat deformed.
I endured all of these, but when I saw the bracelet in Makena's hand when she came out, I completely lost control.
That was a gift my mother made for me before she passed away!
Makena, who originally didn't care, saw my nervous expression and smugly curled her lips.
"What? Is this the most expensive one? I thought you didn't care about these things. It seems that I didn't find the key..."
In the next second, amidst my screams, she reached out and broke the bracelet.
The crystals on it fell to the ground and bounced a few times before falling silent.
I almost shed tears from my eyes, and I trembled with anger with my chest heaving.
I was about to rush over and fight with Makena, but the police kicked the door open at that moment.
Makena was immediately restrained, and the others were taken away one by one.
I picked up the fragments of the bracelet from the ground and cried out in despair.
The police sympathetically took me to the hospital to dress the wound.
The doctor looked at the X-ray result and said that the penetrating wound on my wrist avoided vital parts, otherwise, my hand might have been disabled.
But I may need cosmetic surgery to repair my facial injuries.
I nodded like a walking dead.
The doctor told me to rest well and not to overexert myself.
But I still showed up at the company the next day.
It was not for anything else.
I wanted to see Zayden lose this job with my own eyes and be expelled from this city!
As soon as I went to work, I immediately had the secretary notify him to come over.
Then, I sent a message to my dad.
How could he enjoy his vacation now that his collection of antiques had been smashed?