"After today, she will be known as a lowly mistress for the rest of her life. Whenever she goes out, she will be despised by the world!"
The livestream audience cheered even louder, urging Lucy to continue.
[Smash it all, Lucy! We're all behind you!]
[If I were there, I'd set her house on fire!]
Emboldened by the support, Lucy stopped pretending to be a delicate pregnant woman and smashed things with even more fervor.
For each item they broke, I announced the value.
"You've now smashed items worth at least a hundred million dollars. I hope you can pay up as boldly as you're breaking things!"
Standing amidst the one hundred million wreckages, they reveled in their destruction.
After the living room was trashed, they rushed to my walk-in closet.
Seeing the collection of limited-edition luxury items, they turned green with envy.
"Damn it. This mistress is filthy rich!"
"How many homes did she wreck to get all these?"
The crowd's anger intensified.
One voice broke through the chaos.
"Do you think she was telling the truth about the prices of those things in the living room?"
The women who were destroying my closet were all stunned.
But it only took a second before they started again.