I kept my expression cold as I yanked hard on the car door.
But Den had already locked it from the inside.
Seeing the several people behind me holding phones and cameras, he instantly understood my intention.
He locked the car even more securely.
Before I could make another move, Den hurriedly pulled out his phone:
[Who are these people? I’m just taking a nap in my car. Are you trying to get me cyberbullied? Isn’t that going too far?
[This vites my portrait rights and privacy! Make them leave!
[It’s gettingte-you haven’t eaten yet, have you, honey? There’s a convenience store on the first floor, Go buy something to eat and wait for me there. I’ll be right…
I didn’t bother reading the rest of his messages.
I pressed against the car window and peered inside.
There was no one in the back seat or passenger seat.
But I was absolutely certain Jenna was in that car.
I looked around and quickly walked to the fire extinguisher, pulling it from its case.
I put my phone in my pocket, my expression calm:
“Keep filming. I’ll handle this myself.”
I hefted the fire extinguisher, my steps heavy and deliberate.
I aimed at the car window and smashed it hard-
Den waspletely stunned.
He looked up from his phone screen, his expression shocked.
This car was the first one we’d bought after paying off our mortgage
It represented our hopes and dreams.
We’d cherished it all these years.
Not only did we wash it meticulously, we never even ate crumbly snacks inside.
And now, I was holding a fire extinguisher, personally smashing its front windshield.
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Now we could all clearly see the jacket draped over the steering wheel.
I sneered, watching Den’s slightly trembling thighs.
Without hesitation, I positioned myself in front of the driver’s seat again.
“Honey, let me exin! I can exin everything! Let’s go home and talk!”
Den’s voice was no longer muffled by the car window.
He screamed hoarsely.
“Stop smashing it, I…”
Looking at his flushed face, I sneered:
“Toote.”
Crash!
Metal struck ss.
Den instinctively covered his head and dodged backward.
Camera shes shone directly on his face, exposing his disgrace and filth.
He squinted and reached out, trying to cover the phones:
“Stop filming!”
Just as Den was about to explode in rage, I reached in and unlocked the car.
I yanked off the jacket from Den’sp.
I grabbed Jenna’s hair hard and dragged her out.
At that moment, the million-follower influencer held a phone in each hand, excitedly announcing:
“One hundred thousand viewers in the livestream!”