Suddenly, a group of strong men surrounded me, punching and kicking. I felt my ribs threatening to break.
In despair, I glanced at the door, hoping Bruce would appear. Just when I was paying, he said that someone scratched his car in the underground garage and he went to check.
"You've messed with the wrong person. Normally, it's just a matter of time, but on Valentine's Day, you dared to steal my man from me," Selene said calmly, sipping her coffee.
I wanted to retort, but I couldn't utter a word.
Bruce didn't come, but a group of onlookers came.
The store's gauzy curtains failed to shield against prying eyes.
"This is the place from the video where that little girl was beaten badly."
"Tsk, look at her figure. No wonder she's a mistress."
"Thank goodness this got exposed. Otherwise, people like her could still be doctors, ruining our society."
Selene listened to the gossip with a smug expression, stepping toward the crowd.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm a messenger of justice and won't let this scum go unpunished."
She brandished a bill. "I'll make her repay every cent."
The crowd murmured, "She spends money like water. Her supporter must be rich."