Bullied in a High-End Bar? I Went Full Savage

Comments flew across the screen so fast that they blurred.

"Holy! Noelle, your head's bleeding! Who did that to you?"

"Jerome's other home? What do you mean? I just came from his finance livestream. He literally said he was heading home to have dinner with you tonight!"

"Who's that woman? She's acting like she owns the place! I know this bar. It's new. I heard that Jerome's the owner."

"Wait. That woman said her husband is the owner of that bar. So… is she Mrs. Callen?"

Across from me, the woman lit a cigarette with a sharp snap of her lighter.

She scoffed, saying, "Your husband? Please. Jerome wouldn't look twice at a pauper like you. Quit pretending here. Take that old hag and leave before I call security!"

I was about to argue back when I noticed the watch on her wrist—"Time's Prelude".

That was my watch.

Just yesterday, Jerome held my hand with a look full of sympathy.

"Noelle, the strap's a little loose. I'll have it adjusted for you and give it a tune-up, so you'll have the perfect watch to wear tomorrow."

I laughed at him for overreacting, but his thoughtfulness melted my heart, so I handed the watch over to him.

I never expected it to be on another woman's wrist at this moment.

Even my livestream followers noticed it right away.

"Hold up! Isn't that watch Noelle's 'Time's Prelude'? That's a one-of-a-kind piece!"

"Oh my god! I remember that watch! When Mr. Callen gave it to her, we all said that it was straight out of a fairy tale! Why is it on that woman's wrist?"

The woman clearly saw the comments. She raised her wrist on purpose, showing it off. She haughtily said, "So you really are Jerome's wife. Even better. Let me make this clear. This watch is proof that he loves me. You're nothing but the wife on paper. Jerome's heart is mine!"

"You don't deserve to wear it," I said coldly, clenching my fists.

"Noelle, let's go. She's not worth it." Kylie went pale when she saw the watch.

"Old hag, where do you think you're going? Clean yourself up first!" The woman stepped forward to block our way. She grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured it over Kylie's head.

"Aren't you livestreaming? Great. I'll show everyone how you and this wrinkled fossil get on your knees and lick every drop off my shoes."

She waved at a few black-suited security guards at the side. "Don't just stand there! Hold these two paupers down! When Jerome gets here, I want him to watch these two beg at my feet!"