My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 390

“You wouldn't have been bullied online if not for him.” Johanna slammed her glass on the table furiously. “And he didn't even visit you. What is his problem?”

Just as Genevieve was about to say something, a few women stood next to their seats.

Because the light there was quite dim, one of the women shone her phone flashlight on Genevieve's face.

“You're Genevieve Rachford?” The young woman with the flashlight was wearing a camisole top and a pair of hot pants.

She gazed at Genevieve with disdain. “Heh. You only look like an inferior copy of Sylvie!”

“That's right!” another young woman added. “Sylvie looks so much prettier than you!”

Genevieve stared at those young women who were talking about Sylvie.

They were probably Sylvie's fans.

She knew how crazy fans could be, and she was concerned about her baby's safety, so she didn't engage in a conversation with them.

Seeing that, the young woman got even angrier. “If not for Sylvie, do you think people will know who you are?”

Johanna couldn't ignore the situation any longer. She piped up, “She's just an actor. Do you know what an actor does? They take on a role and then play that role for everyone to see. Even the director admitted in the interview that Genev was the model for that character. I'll just say it right now. If it wasn't because Sylvie looked similar to Genev, the director wouldn't have picked her! She'd have played a small, random role!”

She was so thorough in her insult that the young women were at a loss for words.

The young woman with the flashlight was purple with rage. “Have you no shame, Genevieve? You hooked up with one man after another. How can there be such a disgusting sl*t like you in our country? If I were you, I would've found a tree and a rope and—”

Johanna splashed her cocktail on the young woman without hesitation. “Did your parents give birth to you just to let you talk sh*t with your mouth? Genev is a hundred times better than you! If anything, you're the sl*t! Look at how small your shirt is and how short your plants are! I can even see your underwear! Do you want all the men in this bar to leer at you?”