My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 390

Stirring Up Trouble “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?”

similar to Genev, the director wouldn’t have picked her! She’d have played a small, random role!” She was so thorough in

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?” The young women’s friends wanted to avenge her when they saw that she was drenched. While Johanna might look gentle, she was actually anything but. She immediately lifted the ice bucket on the table and poured them onto the young women’s bodies. Because the bar was hot, the women had all taken off their coats. They were only dressed in thin clothes. Therefore, when their clothes became wet, everyone could see what was underneath them. Genevieve turned on the flashlight on her phone and shone at them. The men around them whistled excitedly when they saw that. The women rapidly covered their chests and scurried away. Johanna returned to the couch and grumbled, “I thought they were going to be a problem when they showed up intimidatingly. Turns out they were lame as

cute appearances.” “Nah, I’m just a good citizen.” Johanna placed her arm around Genevieve’s shoulders and said aggrievedly, “I got into an argument with someone because of you. Aren’t you going to praise