Saying this, Noah picked up the ink on the table and poured it on the masterpiece beside him.
The paintings my dad had carefully protected for decades were destroyed at this moment.
Noah also destroyed the only calligraphy work my grandfather left behind before he passed away.
I wanted to tear Noah apart in my breakdown.
At this moment, a few police officers suddenly entered through the door.
The police officer frowned as he looked at me tied to the chair.
"What is going on here?"
I twisted my body and shouted, "Officer, this man broke into my house and smashed my things. Please save me."
Noah panicked as soon as he saw the police.
