Chapter 250
Chapter 250:
Sales were slipping as a result, and her skill was needed to restore the balance. Yelena checked the time.
Fortunately, the mall wasn’t far, and she decided she could spare a little time to help.
As Yelena entered the mall, she was immediately aware of a faint hum of attention around her. Two young women stood nearby, their phones held up, subtly pointing in her direction.
She frowned slightly but dismissed it, assuming it was a coincidence.
Glancing down at her outfit, Yelena confirmed everything was in order—simple yet elegant, nothing that would draw undue attention.
Resolving to ignore the stares, she continued toward the Moda Style store.
However, as she walked further, the sensation of being watched intensified. A growing number of people turned to look at her, their whispers barely concealed. Yelena’s steps faltered. Something was clearly off. One or two glances her way, she could brush aside, but this many? Her unease grew.
Nearby, a young girl tugged at her companion’s sleeve, her voice brimming with excitement.
“Look! Isn’t that the ungrateful girl they’re talking about online p>
The companion glanced between her phone and Yelena, her brows raising in recognition.
“It does look like her,” she murmured.
Another voice chimed in from the crowd, this time louder and filled with disdain.
“Yes, that’s her! I can’t believe we’re seeing her in person. Just like they said—back with her wealthy family, strutting around high-end malls like she owns the place p>
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“Unbelievable,” someone else agreed, shaking their head. “She looks so polished, but who would’ve thought she’s the same girl they talked about online? So ungrateful. People like her deserve public shame p>
“Exactly,” another muttered. “You can’t judge a book by its cover p>
The words swirled around her, growing sharper and more condemning with each step she took. Her ears burned as snippets of the gossip reached her.
At first, she attempted to push through, maintaining her composure as she always did with baseless rumors. But the whispers refused to die down, and the comments became increasingly personal.
“This woman is shameless. Her adoptive family is in tears on a livestream, and here she is, prancing around a high-end mall like she owns it,” someone muttered, loud enough for Yelena to hear.
“Exactly,” another chimed in. “No gratitude at all. Isn’t it said that one owes more to those who raised them than those who simply gave them their life? Her heart must be nothing but stone p>
“Careful,” a quieter voice warned. “She is not just anyone. If she hears you, she could sue—and with her family’s money, she might buy this entire mall just to prove a point p>
“That’s true,” someone agreed cautiously.
“But why should we stay quiet? Shameless people like her deserve to be called out. Truth isn’t defamation, and everyone should know what kind of person she is p>
Yelena’s steps slowed, her brow furrowing as the pointed comments filtered through the noise of the mall. She wasn’t naive; she knew they were talking about her.