Hearing that, I immediately struggled with everything I had. However, the two men holding me were unbelievably strong. No matter how hard I fought, it was useless. If anything, my resistance only earned me a few more blows.

I forced my mouth open, using every bit of strength I had left to ask, “Who sent you?”

“Who sent us?” Mandy lifted my chin with the tip of her high heel. “Think about whose husband you’ve been messing with.”

She shoved her phone in front of me. The livestream had over ten thousand viewers.

[This is wild. She totally looks like a seductress, and the guy looks successful. This is a classic case of a gold digger trying to climb up the ranks.]

[Beat her up! I hate women who tear families apart!]

[Oh my, that bag is one of only ten in the world. She really knows how to please her sugar daddy for him to buy her that.]

I stared at the screen in shock. I didn’t understand how strangers could have so much hatred for someone they didn’t even know.

“Which bag?” Mandy picked up the one I had placed on the table and examined it. “This one?”

Before I could react, she took out a lighter and held the flame against it. My heart dropped. I loved collecting bags, and that one was especially expensive. I struggled even harder, my heart aching as if it were bleeding.

“Hit her.” Mandy glanced at me and said, “Why’s she so upset if it’s not even hers? Who does she think she is, carrying the same bag as a five-million-follower streamer like me?”

In the next second, two men pinned me down and started punching and kicking me. I curled up to shield myself, but I couldn’t even move.

I didn’t understand. All I’d done was come here because the company’s conference room had a leak. I just needed a quiet place to discuss business. How had it turned into this?

They dragged me up and forced me to kneel in front of Mandy. I was terrified. I’d never experienced anything like this before.

I begged, “Whoever paid you, I’ll give you double. Just let us go–”

Mandy sneered. “Do you hear that, everyone? The mistress wants to bribe me with her sugar daddy’s money. What should I do?”

The comments exploded again.

[How shameless. She’s addicted to spending a man’s money, huh?]

[Who even knows where her money comes from. This is disgusting.]

[Mandy, hit her harder!]

A viewer immediately liked and subscribed to her channel with a comment. [Hit her for ten minutes straight!]

Mandy’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands excitedly. “Thank you for subscribing to my channel! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets the full ten minutes!”

More comments flooded in, and one question briefly surfaced. [Why are you only hitting the woman and not the guy?]

Unfortunately, it was quickly buried under the wave of messages.

Suddenly, fists and kicks rained down on me from all directions. I couldn’t even move anymore. I looked at that comment and then glanced at Zack, who was still untouched, only tied up. My heart sank into despair, and I instinctively protected my stomach. There was something I hadn’t told him yet.

By then, Mandy had even started playing music. The livestream viewers watched wildly as if this were entertainment. I begged for mercy, blood covering my face, my body barely holding on.

Mandy yanked me up and then slapped me hard across the face, saying, “Thanks for the heart, my fan! This slap is from you.”

I had no idea how many times I’d been hit when I finally saw a cleaning lady standing at the doorway. Mandy and her group must have drawn attention from the hallway when they bust in earlier.

With the last of my strength, I shouted, “Miss! Please call the police! Please help me. I’m not a mistress!”

The kind-faced woman hesitated, taking a step forward, but Mandy shot her a cold glance.

“I suggest you mind your own business. I know Mr. Benson, the manager at this hotel. If you interfere, you won’t like the consequences.”

I looked at Mandy. I knew the owner of this hotel, too. In fact, it belonged to my company.

I forced myself to speak, struggling through the pain. “I know the manager, too. Call him over. We can talk this out, okay?”

I had no dignity left. Tears streamed down my face as I begged.

Mandy laughed. “You know the manager? What, is he one of your former clients? You really get around, don’t you?”

Then, she glanced at Zack, who still couldn’t move, and continued, “See that? Your mistress is someone else’s mistress, too. Careful, you might catch something.”

“No…” My voice was barely a whisper. All I could do was cry.

I turned my gaze back to the cleaning lady at the door, clinging to the last bit of hope. “Miss, please help me. I promise you won’t lose your job…”

Those words drained the last of my strength.

The woman was about to step inside when a younger cleaner beside her stopped her.

“Why believe anything a mistress says? What benefit could she give you? People like that deserve to be beaten. Let’s just pretend we didn’t see anything.”

“And besides, I heard Mandy has backing from West Group. We can’t afford to mess with that.”

West Group? Since when had the company gotten involved in influencer media?

Hearing the young cleaner say that, my heart sank. “That’s not true. Please, believe me–”

Before I could finish, a man kicked me hard in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, clutching my abdomen.

“That’s too much talking,” Mandy snapped, shooting me an annoyed look.

Then, she turned to the cleaner at the door and said, “I suggest you stay out of this, or I’ll put you online too. Do you even know how many followers I have?”

The young cleaner gave a small smile. “Please, go on.”

With that, she quietly shut the hotel room door. I struggled harder, but the moment the door clicked shut, my heart dropped.

Mandy muttered under her breath for a second, then instantly switched expressions.

“Sorry about that, everyone. It’s just a minor interruption. To make it up to you all, I’ve got a little bonus segment.”

She turned to the man in black holding me. “Strip her. I’d like to see what kind of body she’s using to seduce men.”

My eyes widened in panic. I clutched at my clothes desperately, shrinking back into the corner. My voice came out weak from the pain.

“Don’t… please don’t…”

Mandy frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Don’t what? Don’t bring your bedroom tricks in here. It’s disgusting. I guess being a mistress really is a full-time job for you, huh?”

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t fight off several grown men. With my clothes torn apart, I was left sitting in the corner in just a thin strap top. My tears had nearly run dry, strands of hair sticking messily to my face. Zack tried to get up, but the men forced him back down without mercy.

I was filled with a mix of anger and despair. Mandy claimed to be a professional at catching cheaters, but who was behind this? Could they really decide I was their target based on just a photo?

I lifted my head, my eyes hardening. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh?” Mandy crouched down in front of me and said, “Everyone, did you see that? This little girl has got some backbone, even as a mistress.”

Her gaze then shifted to the earring in my ear.

“Wait, isn’t that Van Cleef & Arpels?” Mandy exclaimed. “Guys, it looks like I hit the jackpot today. Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents.”

My heart skipped. Her words reminded me that I hadn’t seen my parents in a while, and I missed them so much. Tears streamed down my face as I started shouting uncontrollably.

Mandy placed her phone on the table, rubbed her hands together, and gave a signal. The men tightened their grip on me, and a terrible sense of dread washed over me. I screamed, but Mandy slapped me impatiently.

“Shut up. You’re so annoying.” She then reached out and grabbed my earring, yanking hard.

I cried out in pain as she tore it off. The earring came away with blood, and a sharp, searing pain shot through my ear as warm blood trickled down onto my skin. When the men finally let go of me, I collapsed onto the floor, my ear throbbing.

“Everyone, look. I just scored a ‘new’ Van Cleef piece,” Mandy bragged, holding up the blood-stained earring to the camera.

[Ouch, that looks painful.]

[Mandy is insane. This is wild.]

I sat there numbly on the floor, staring at the flood of comments, a deep sense of helplessness washing over me.

[Wait… why does this ‘mistress’ look more and more like Liana West, the CEO of West Group?]

[Wasn’t she featured in that Women in Power magazine?]

[A CEO as a mistress? No way… did they get the wrong person?]