Chapter 165

Right at that moment, Samantha suddenly let go of Denise’s pants and dramatically fell backward onto the floor. "Ahhh!!" she screamed loud enough to turn heads. "Oh my god! The mistress hit the real girlfriend!" someone in the crowd shouted, adding fuel to the chaos. A woman stormed over, pointing at Denise’s face and snapped, "Hey, are you even human? Treating someone like that? These homewreckers just get bolder by the day! You think I won’t call the cops?" "You don’t know squat, so shut your mouth!" Denise didn’t hold back, snapping right back, voice sharp and eyes blazing. She was never the type to just take it. Clearly, Samantha was putting on a show, playing the victim to win over bystanders. So this was her plan all along? Pathetic. Denise glanced down at Samantha, who was gripping her arm like it was broken, blood trickling from a scrape—probably from the fall. It was like she was hoping the more dramatic the injury, the more attention she’d get. What a joke. "Please, I’m beggi