Chapter 440

Sheila panicked when the situation spiraled out of control. Seeing the commotion in the crowd, she commanded, "Ma'am, please calm down. We're on a live stream now. Please—" "A live stream. So what?" The middle-aged woman spun around and shot me a piercing look before brandishing a bottle of yellowish liquid from within her puffer jacket. She barked at me, "This'll teach you a lesson, you bitch!" I heard the splash of the liquid as it got squeezed out of the bottle and traversed the air in an arch in my direction. I was still in shock when someone shielded me from the attack. My seat was pushed away by force, and I watched the suspicious liquid splashing across Bruce's back. A foul smell filled the studio. I stared at Bruce in shock. Then, I heard the culprit yelling, "See? That jerk, Bruce Harold, wouldn't have protected her right away if there was nothing between them!" Right after she accused Bruce, he turned around and shot daggers at her. He bellowed, "Where's the security?