Chapter 72 Everyone Treats Me as a Joke

Juliet chose not to speak further. Instead, she fixed Noelle with a gaze steeped in resentment.

After a few seconds, she put her hat back on and left Noelle's place.

Despite her attempt at anonymity with the hat, Juliet remained recognizable to many residents, sparking widespread gossip.

"Is she Juliet Weaver?"

"I thought she had genuine talent, but it turns out it's all plagiarized."

"You can't really blame her, can you? Can't she dream of climbing the ranks of society?"

"It's just that this time, she didn't quite make it to the top and ended up falling."

Everyone's words were akin to a collection of sharp knives, stabbing Juliet's heart and causing it to bleed profusely.

Eager to leave this place, she hastened her steps, walking swiftly and urgently. It was as though she could outrun the events that had transpired by moving fast enough.

As she thought more, her hatred deepened, and her discontent grew stronger.

A surge of undeserved tears overwhelmed her, making her vision