Chapter 292: Logan's Voice Trembled with Panic

“What’s the plan? Tell me now! I’m going insane! They despise Crownlight Entertainment so much—leaving Black out there is basically handing it over to be destroyed!” Logan’s voice trembled with panic.

Sienna’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I hope they do show up. Honestly, I’d be more concerned if they didn’t.” She strode calmly toward the window. Logan stared, completely baffled. Hope they show up? If they did, his beloved car would be wrecked! Down below, a group of about ten, all masked and gloved, emerged from the shadows. They scanned the area cautiously before creeping toward the sleek black supercar. Some carried heavy blades, others wielded power drills. A few held baskets filled with rotten eggs and spoiled fruit.

“That’s the car Sienna drives,” one hissed. “Let’s trash it. Teach her a lesson.”

“She deserves it. Who defends a homewrecker anyway? Bet she’s one herself.”

“Don’t hold back. Ruin it. Make her regret everything.”

They moved closer, tools ready. Then— From the second floor, Sienna released a pre-prepared net. It unfurled swiftly, dropping over the entire group and trapping them. Without pause, she lifted a large basket and dumped its contents downward. Just as the trapped figures struggled to rise, they saw it—a rain of thick, grotesque caterpillars. Each was as plump as a baby’s arm. Some glowed red, others shone purple or sickly green. Many were covered in sharp spikes. The creatures landed on their heads, slipped under collars, crawled up legs. A living nightmare.

“Aaaahhh!”

Screams tore through the air. The women in the group wept and thrashed, but the net held them tight. Upstairs, Sienna brushed off her hands, a merciless smirk on her face. She turned and headed for the stairs. Logan followed, a grin spreading across his face. “Well played, Boss Bennett. Absolutely brilliant!” Crownlight Entertainment staff watched, satisfied, as the vandals suffered beneath them. Red, itchy welts rose wherever the caterpillars crawled. The net ensured no escape.

Sienna stepped out the main entrance, hands on her hips. “How does it feel? Having your skin marked up like that?” Her tone was icy, mocking.

The trapped mob turned on her, shouting:

“Sienna Bennett! You’re pure evil! Let us out!”

“We did this for justice! For Giselle! You protect a homewrecker, then attack us?”

“Release us now, or we’ll turn the entire internet against you! Everyone will hate you!”

One man fumbled for his phone, activating a live stream. He aimed the camera at Sienna, yelling, “Look! Everyone, look! Sienna is assaulting us! She trapped us with these disgusting bugs!”