A foul smell spread over my body, and I looked closer to see that it was Mila who had thrown the egg at me.

Seeing my disheveled state, the hosts sneered.

"Look at you, appearing so innocent, but what did you choose to do? A mistress! How shameless!"

"That's right! Young girls these days don't want to work hard anymore. They would rather sleep with men twice their age just to live a comfortable life. It's truly a decline in morality."

When the neighbors heard the noise, they gathered around my house to see what was happening.

They held up their phones, capturing photos and videos of me. And their faces filled with disdain.

Feeling somewhat helpless, I took out a tissue and wiped my face. I said coldly, "You are Mila Graham, right? I'm Bethany Dawson, your dormmate. You've clearly mistaken me for someone else. I don't know your father, so how could I possibly be his mistress? Considering we are dormmates, I'll let this go. You should take these people and leave immediately."

When Mila transferred to our class, my father specifically told me to take good care of her.

However, since I kept a low profile at school and was already interning at the company when she arrived, we didn't have much interaction.

She was ultimately a victim of her father's affair. For my father's sake, I didn't intend to make a fuss with her.

To my surprise, Mila's voice grew even louder after hearing my words.

"Why, you have the nerve to be the mistress for a man much older than you but lack the courage to admit it?"

As she spoke, she took out her phone and played a video in front of me.

"These are all proof that you are my dad's mistress! You are so shameless for some money!"

I took a closer look and realized that the so-called evidence was actually a video of my father picking me up in his Maybach.

It was my birthday that day. He picked me up at the school gate with a big bouquet of white roses and bought me a bag that I liked.

I was so happy that I gave him a big hug before getting in the car.

It was at that moment, I finally realized the truth. Mila's father was also my father, Richard Graham.

And the mistress she accused of being financially supported by his father was actually me.

In fact, Richard was not my biological father.

My biological father died when I was very young.

My mother had married Richard because I was being ridiculed at school for not having a father.

Before the marriage, Richard signed an agreement with my mother, stating that he willingly joined our family and had no interest in our wealth.

Plus, he was really nice to me, so my mother accepted him.

It wasn't until my mother's car accident that I found out the truth.

But at that time, I had already regarded Richard as my biological father.

So, even without a blood relationship, I continued to provide him with one million dollars per month as living expenses through my lawyer after my mother's death.

But I never expected that he had already started a separate family and even had Mila while deceiving my mother.

If he wanted to form a new family, I could understand.

But why did he betray my mother when she was still alive?

Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger in my heart and said coldly, "Mila, I advise you to do some investigation into my relationship with Richard. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

Mila rolled her eyes.

"What's there to investigate? My parents had a strong bond, and it was because of you bitch, that my father changed his heart!

"You only seduced my dad because you were young. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to compare to my mom."

The hosts chimed in.

"That's right! Acting so innocent, what else are you good at other than selling yourself and shamelessly being with your roommate's father? He could be your dad with his age. How shameless!"

"Innocent? It's all an act. This appearance might deceive some older men, but we won't fall for it!"

Seeing that everyone was on her side, Mila excitedly lifted the jade plate on the table and threw it onto the ground.

As the jade shattered, her expression became even more triumphant.

"What I despise most is the mistresses kept by rich men.

"Women like this are a cancer to society and should be executed!"

Finishing her words, she took out a can of spray paint from her bag and sprayed two large blood-red words on my entry door: "Mistress, die."

Looking at the words on the door, I stared at Mila and said coldly, "Mila, soon you will realize who the word mistress is referring to."

When Mila heard what I said, she rushed to me again and started to curse. "You shameless bitch! You were being kept by my father, yet you dare to speak in such a sarcastic manner. I'll give you a good slap!"

As she said that, Mila raised her arm and was about to slap me.

I grabbed her wrist and threw her aside in annoyance. "I'm warning you, take these people away immediately, or I'll call the police and sue you for trespassing!"

Mila had a look of disbelief on her face. "You, a mistress, dare to argue with me? I have seen shameless people before, but never seen someone as shameless as you!

"Everything you eat, live in, and use are all paid by my dad. I can come whenever I want. What right do you have to interfere? Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my mother, you shameless bitch!"

After saying that, Mila went crazy and started smashing things in my house.

Seeing this, the hosts also joined in the smashing.

They smashed while interacting with the audience in the livestream.

"I've punished so many mistresses, but this is the first time I've seen someone so arrogant."

"Maybe she has more than one Sugar Daddy. God knows how many families she has ruined."

"My friends, please follow me. I will take you on a firsthand perspective of tearing down this mistress' house."

As soon as these words were spoken, the livestream instantly erupted, and the number of viewers soared to over a hundred thousand.

Everyone was urging the hosts to act quickly.

As I watched the collection in my home about to be destroyed, I issued a final warning.

"I advise you to stop immediately. These items were all collected by my father during his lifetime. They are priceless. If you destroy them, not only will you have to bear substantial compensation, but you will also end up in jail. Think it through."

When Mila heard this, she became even crazier.

She reached out and grabbed the most exquisitely framed painting from the bookshelf, tearing it to shreds.

"So what if I destroy them? As a mistress like you, how dare you even collect these artworks?"

Mila was still not satisfied, so after tearing it apart, she splashed ink on it.

The host next to Mila was a bit stunned looking at the shredded pieces on the ground.

"The one you just tore apart seems to be an authentic of Monet. I saw it at an auction before, and it seemed to be sold to a mysterious tycoon for fifty million dollars. Could this really be true?"

When Mila heard this, her hand trembled in fear. She probably didn't expect this painting to be so valuable.

At that moment, another host sarcastically remarked, "It must be fake. How could she, a female college student, afford such expensive artwork?

"Besides, even if it's real, she used Mila's dad's money to buy them all.

"Is there anything wrong with a daughter smashing her own father's belongings?"

These words made me burst into laughter out of anger.

Richard was just a son-in-law who married into our family. After marrying my mother, he didn't have much ambition and only held a low-level position in our company.

The monthly salary he received barely covered his living expenses.

Later, when my mother passed away, I saw how heartbroken he was, so I had the lawyer transfer one million dollars every month as his living allowance and even gave him my mother's second-hand Maybach to drive.

But even so, he couldn't afford those paintings.

Relatives in my family would often say that if it weren't for my mother, Richard would probably only be capable of being a security guard at the company.

But unexpectedly, Mila believed what that host said.

"You're right, my dad's money is my money. All these things were bought with my dad's money. I smashed my own family's things, what does it have to do with a mistress?!

"Everyone, smash! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

After receiving Mila's instructions, everyone immediately became motivated and smashed even harder.

All the other famous paintings and sculptures in the study were completely destroyed.

The luxury shoes, handbags, and haute couture dresses in my bedroom couldn't escape the fate of being ruined either.

Even the silk bedding on my bed was soaked in dirty water by them.

Seeing that neither kind persuasion nor stern warnings could stop this group of people's madness.

I had no choice but to take out my phone and prepare to call the police.

However, before I could dial, a sharp-eyed host noticed.

With a vicious expression, he snatched the phone from me and forcefully threw it to the ground.

"Bah! A mistress has the nerve to call the police?

"Don't think that the law can't handle mistresses like you, so you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, what the law can't handle, our internet judges will!

"Our online judges specialize in dealing with morally corrupt bitches like you!"

Seeing my phone shattered on the ground, the audience in the livestream cheered in satisfaction.

The home that was once like a work of art turned into a garbage dump in an instant.

I watched those frenzied hosts, their eyes filled with anger, and said coldly, "You are enjoying smashing things so much now. I hope you will have the same enthusiasm when it's time to pay for your actions and end up in jail. Don't come crying and begging me then."

But my words meant nothing to them. On the contrary, they became even more enthusiastic in their smashing.

While they smashed, they interacted with the audience in the livestream.

"Hey, guys, do you feel a sense of satisfaction?

"A morally corrupt bitch like this has no right to possess these good things!

"If the artists who created these paintings knew that their works were being collected by a mistress, they would be furious.

"Everyone, give us likes. Let's get the likes up to three hundred thousand, and we'll keep smashing!"

Watching this group of people whose minds were clouded by popularity, I didn't say anything more.

I had already said what needed to be said.

But it's true that it's difficult to reason with those damned fools.

Luckily, when I moved into this house, I installed surveillance cameras at the entrance.

Everyone involved in this farce, whether they were big hosts or small followers, wouldn't be able to escape.

Seeing how calm I was, one host sneered and said,

"Hey, guys, this bitch is so composed. Could it be that there are still some treasures hidden in her house that we haven't found? Let's search together."

Hearing that, Mila flipped over the mattress in my bedroom.

In the hidden compartment of the bed frame, a black velvet box was revealed.

My face changed drastically when I saw this.

"Don't touch that box!"

Seeing my reaction, Mila suddenly became excited.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why are you so nervous now?"

One host also focused the camera on the box.

"Hey, guys, it seems like there's something valuable in this box."

The audience in the livestream also speculated that there must be some rare treasure inside the box.

I quickly denied.

"It's not valuable, but it's very important to me. Please don't touch it."

As I said this, I tried to snatch the box away.

Unexpectedly, Mila opened the box directly.

Inside the box was a glass bracelet.

When Mila saw the bracelet, her eyes almost rolled back.

"I thought it was something valuable, turns out it's just a worthless bracelet, and it's made of glass. It's the kind that no one would even bother picking up from the trash."

As she spoke, Mila took out the bracelet and threw it forcefully onto the ground.

I quickly rushed forward, attempting to catch the bracelet.

This bracelet was a birthday gift I bought for my mother when I was in elementary school, using up all my pocket money.

But after giving it to my mother, I realized that I had been deceived and had spent the money for a jade bracelet to buy a glass bracelet.

However, my mother cherished it and wore it on her wrist everyday.

She said it was the best birthday gift she had ever received.

Later, when my mother got into a car accident, she held onto the bracelet tightly, and it remained intact.

Whenever I missed my mother, I would take it out and hold it, as if I were embracing her.

This thing was not valuable, but it was the most precious thing in my home and my only connection to her.

But, I was forced to watch it shatter before my eyes.

Looking at the broken bracelet, I closed my eyes in pain, tears streaming down my face.

Seeing me crying, those hosts seemed to have discovered some new world.

They pointed the camera at my face, laughing at me.

"My friends, this bitch is actually crying!

"See? This is the fate of being a mistress!

"The law can't punish shameless bitches like her, we, the online judges will!"

I picked up the fragments of the bracelet, tightly held them in my hand, and shouted angrily at the group of people, "I will make every single one of you pay!"

In response to my outburst, they laughed even louder.

"My friends, is this bitch crazy? She even wants to scare us.

"Who are we? We are the online judges representing justice. In places where the law can't reach, it's up to us!

"Come on, guys, give us likes and send gifts. Let's put a perfect end to today's action of punishing mistresses."

As soon as they finished speaking, various virtual gifts started flooding the livestream.

The comments were full of praise, saying that they were fighting for justice on behalf of the underprivileged and that society needed people like them.

When the hosts saw these words, their mouths stretched wide with satisfaction.

They checked and found that there was nothing else to smash in my house, so they were about to leave with Mila.

Just then, several policemen suddenly walked in.

They looked at the mess in the house and were shocked.

"Ms. Dawson, there's a hidden story of your mother's car accident. We couldn't reach you on the phone, so we came to seek your assistance in the investigation.

"What happened?"

When I saw them, I immediately rushed over, grabbed their arms, and shouted, "Officers, these people broke into my home without permission, smashed millions of dollars worth of collections, and even cyberbullied me in the livestream. You have to help me!"

The hosts who were just shouting and smashing things became instantly panicked.