Chapter 259

A young man held up his phone and pointed the camera directly at Elena's face. By now, she had developed an instinctive fear of cameras and quickly turned away. But the man was relentless. "You're Elena Harper! You're that homewrecking fox from the internet!" "No, no, no, I'm not!" Elena frantically waved her hands and tried to walk away, but the man grabbed her wrist. "It's you! I know it's you! You're not getting away." "You've got the wrong person, really! You're mistaken!" she pleaded in a trembling voice, on the verge of tears. But more and more people began gathering around, pointing, whispering, and judging. "You've got the wrong person!" she choked out the words, but her voice was swallowed by the growing crowd. Panicked, she turned and tried to escape, desperate to get away from this suffocating mob. Yet the bystanders followed her like stubborn leeches, refusing to let go. Every step she took, they matched. The moment she broke into a run, they started chasing her with