He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 337: Public Humiliation

She never thought Sherry would plant a scandal like this on her!

Julia tried to turn the car around, but the woman who'd called her stepped right in front of the vehicle and slammed her palms on the hood.

"You coward! You think you can run? Get out here and face me!"

Julia tried to reverse, but people quickly blocked her in from behind.

The woman shouted even louder, "You little tramp! You probably got this car from some random guy! Showing up here with stolen goods, acting all high and mighty—how disgusting are you?"

Some people hesitated.

"We... we can't afford to damage that car."

The woman lifted her chin.

"In a time where cheaters get shamed, we're doing the world a favor by smashing it!"

Julia was fuming.

But the woman's words hit way too close to home.

This luxury model was custom-built for one of the top three corporations in the country.

Everyone had been guessing who owned it.

First, they thought of Lucas.

His status fit a one-of-a-kind car like this.

But he never cared much about luxury vehicles. He didn't fixate on brands, shoes, or suits the way most powerful men did.

He just wore whatever and never showed a clear preference.

So people guessed the second option—Kian Granger from the Granger family.

People like Kurt didn't stand a chance—he thought he mattered inside the Granger family, but he was nothing but a background figure in the family.

Everyone debated between those two for the longest time. No one expected Gilbert to be the one who got it.

People actually cheered.

Between Julia's posts and his recent public appearances, Gilbert's image had improved a lot.

Ranked third in King City's elite and still young, he'd gained plenty of admirers.

The scandals from before barely touched him.

But this car was obviously Gilbert's. And everyone knew Julia had stolen him from another woman.

There was no way Julia would accept being called a homewrecker.

There weren't many posts calling her that—she'd bought enough trending topics to bury those rumors.

Still, plenty of people whispered it. Regular folks who didn't post online but still muttered "homewrecker" under their breath.

Even with the car's good sound insulation, Julia could see them mouthing the word.

"Homewrecker! Get out here!"

The scene was spiraling out of control. Julia finally pulled the door open and stepped out.

She expected people to freeze at the sight of a celebrity. She thought she could sweet-talk her way out of it.

Instead, trash flew at her the second she stepped out.

"You shameless homewrecker!"

Julia's face twisted with rage. She had never been humiliated like this, not in front of a crowd.

"You're lying! Who are you calling a homewrecker? Just look at me—I'm a successful, elegant woman! A famous star! You're just jealous!"

"Spare me! That face screams man-eater," the woman spat. "Star? What movies have you even made? You probably do adult films! Everything you wear is paid for by men! Who do you think you are? I'll scratch that fake face off you!"

The middle-aged woman lunged at her.

Julia snapped. The insults were too much.

The woman grabbed her hair and pulled hard, stretching her face until it looked distorted.

No trace of the delicate, pitiful act she usually put on.

They started tearing at each other.

Most people held their breath.

This woman was just a random, angry bystander, but the others were not.

They'd gotten a call from their manager saying someone was stepping all over their company.

Ordinary people would be angry enough. But these employees didn't see themselves as ordinary. Their backer was one of the biggest companies in the world.

Officially, Julia was the owner.

But everyone knew Gilbert was the real money behind it. And then there was George.

George might be a lovesick fool, and he ran to her at every chance, but he gave her even more resources than Gilbert did.