Catch Gone Wrong

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.”