"You're so arrogant. You must have bullied this girl a lot behind the scenes."
"Hilarious. The mistress is so bold! Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the actual girlfriend!"
"Making her kneel, making her bow her head... what are you, the queen?"
The crowd sneered as they pulled Naomi aside. Alone, she was no match for them. She coldly told them not to touch her and that she would call the police, but that only egged them on.
"You're calling the police? Great! Let them investigate what you've really been up to!"
"You made her kneel and bow, and now you want to call the police? So you only feel pain when you're the one getting hurt? Is everyone else just worthless to you?"
Pushed back and forth by the crowd, Naomi's head spun. Her eyes welled up with tears of frustration. She wanted to tell everyone that Tiffany was lying, that none of it was true, but no one believed her.
Tiffany's shameless performance had completely brainwashed them. Naomi thought she saw a few girls helping Tiffany up, comforting her in soft voices and brushing the dust off her head and hands.
Naomi's eyes burned with fury. Were these people really this brainless?
Tiffany could barely contain her smirk. It was obvious she was doing this on purpose, yet they all believed her?
"I'm not the other woman. The man's hospital room is just upstairs. If you don't believe me, I can take you there—"
"Tiffany?"
"What happened to you?"
Before Naomi could finish, Zebulon came limping over.
He had only come down for some fresh air when he saw Tiffany looking a mess.


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