When we arrived at the street, he grabbed my collar and roughly dragged me to the ground.
Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, we quickly attracted the attention of passersby.
Within minutes, we were surrounded by several layers of people.
When they heard Bryan say his wife was taken away by her friend, they all showed gossiping expressions.
Someone even shouted, "You never know what's the truth. An aunt in my hometown was taken away by her sister. When they called the police, they found out she had committed bigamy!
"There are still many news stories about girls being trafficked by friends. Look at those taken abroad. Didn't friends deceive them all?
"She doesn't look rich. If she's that bad, she shouldn't be so poor, right?"
"What do you know? Dressing plainly makes it easier to deceive people! Look at those criminals. Don't they all look pitiful?"
Their chatter kept ringing in my ears.
Bryan's face was dark. He directly had the bodyguard take me into the first store.
But the owner said they didn't know me and had never seen me.
But Zoey had used photos of this store as an excuse to go out with me countless times.