The man shoved Naomi to the ground with a look of disgust.
"Get away from me. Don't even think about trying to seduce me. I have a girlfriend. A woman like you makes me sick just looking at you!"
Naomi felt like she was trapped in quicksand; the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
She didn't know what to do and could only look pleadingly in Zebulon's direction.
She remembered Zebulon had arrived. If he chose her just this once, she thought, maybe she could at least be civil with him again. It would be his way of making amends.
But when she looked over, she saw that Tiffany had already pulled Zebulon away.
Naomi gave a bitter smile.
She told herself she was truly naive.
Zebulon had never chosen her before, why would he choose her now?
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. She just never learned.
Naomi quickly composed herself. She looked coldly at the people before her and said, word for word, "I will remember the slander and false accusations you've all leveled against me today. I'm going to call the police. I hope you don't regret standing up for a stranger."
The crowd was taken aback by the coldness radiating from Naomi. They involuntarily took a few steps back, and some, losing their nerve, turned and fled.
But others laughed, looking at Naomi with contempt. "You say it's slander just because you say so? Didn't you see her boyfriend take her away? Are you trying to scare us now?"
"For a mistress, you're pretty self-righteous. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have money?"
Naomi's gaze grew colder. "I told you, I'm not the other woman."


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