"You fucking-" Zion stepped forward before that fool could raise his hand against Violette. Zion then grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the fool.
"Talk nicely," Zion warned with a low voice.
I looked at that fool and asked, "You were saying that the photo in your phone is mine? What do you want? let you off if you would just get a divorce and follow me instead, bitch," that man continued to shamelessly say.
"Oh." I nodded before saying. "This isn't my photo. How could you prove that this is my photo? I have a mole on my left shoulder, but I don't see any in this photo of yours?"
That fool was stunned. He started to zoom into the photo to check, mumbling, "Who knew you-"
I said, "Please help me file a police report, Officer Landon. There are so many media and self– media workers currently live–streaming. Surely his rumors must have escalated to a criminal offense now, right?
