Chapter 3

Tiffany’s words made the classmates’ eyes widen.

“Tiffany, this car is your husband’s? Really?”

Tiffany looked smug. “What do you mean, really?!”

“My husband used to drive this car to pick me up. I even took a few pictures of its unique license plate back then!”

With that, she pulled out her phone and showed several photos of her and Victor.

There were intimate, cheek-to-cheek selfies taken inside the car, and photos of them leaning against each other on the hood.

The car’s interior details and the license plate were clearly visible in the photos.

It was identical to my car.

Seeing this, everyone instantly gasped. “It really *is* Tiffany’s husband’s car! No wonder it has such a badass plate!”

“In that case, Kira Maxwell is definitely the mistress!”

Tiffany’s eyebrows shot up in anger, and she spoke with a cold fury.

“No wonder you’ve been out of touch all these years; you’ve been busy being a mistress.”

Hearing that, the others glared at me.

“I can’t believe it! Kira Maxwell looks so prim and proper on the outside, but she’s doing despicable things like being a mistress!”

“Exactly! I even thought she was a cool, high-achieving student in high school and wrote her a love letter. Thinking about it now makes me sick!”

“Some people act all cold and pure on the surface, but secretly they’re probably just a slut, throwing themselves at any rich guy who looks her way!”

“And she even dares to drive her sugar daddy’s car to provoke the official wife! I bet she’s just jealous that Tiffany is marrying well, and she’s here to ruin the wedding on purpose!”

Even Mr. Harrison looked at me with disdain, disgust plain on his face.

“Kira Maxwell, from now on, don’t ever tell anyone you were my student.”

“I’ve never taught such a morally corrupt student!”

The crowd’s gossip and accusations drew many onlookers, who pointed fingers at me.

Some even took out their phones to photograph and record me, even spitting at me.

I took off my jacket and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Then I faced Tiffany directly.

“You’re assaulting someone in public before getting the facts straight. You truly have no regard for the law!”

Tiffany was arrogant.

“So what if I hit you? So what if I have no regard for the law?”

“I’m about to be the richest man’s wife; I can do whatever I want in this city!”

With that, she looked at the car behind me.

“Just thinking about my husband’s car being driven by a cheap hussy like you makes me sick!”

“Something that’s been dirtied, I’d rather destroy it than let a low-life like you use it!”

Saying that, she picked up a brick from the roadside and started smashing my car with all her might.

The windows, headlights, hood—nothing was spared.

“Tiffany is about to be the richest man’s wife! We can’t let her be bullied by a low-class mistress like Kira Maxwell!”

Someone in the crowd of classmates yelled.

Everyone then grabbed whatever they could find and enthusiastically started smashing my car.

But my car was bulletproof. They smashed it for a long time, only managing to add a few scratches. There was no other damage.

This infuriated them.

“What kind of car is this? Why is it so tough?!”

I looked at them and warned them seriously.

“I advise you to stop. This isn’t just any car. Damaging it isn’t something you can just pay your way out of.”

Hearing this, Tiffany grew even angrier.

“This is my husband’s car! I’ll smash it if I want to! What’s the big deal?”

The next second, she and the others yanked open the car doors, clambered inside, and started wildly slashing at the seats and interior.

The originally neat and clean car interior was instantly shredded.

Watching this group of lawless lunatics, I silently pulled out my phone and dialed Director Hayes’ number.

“Director, the specially assigned vehicle my agency provided me has been vandalized.”