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Chapter 399

Chapter 399:
The middle-aged man’s face was set in a stern mask of belief in his wife’s version of events. He stared at the young man, and his anger was evident. “You audacious fool! Trying to seduce my wife? Do you have a death wish?” As he prepared to strike the young man, his hand lifted in the air.
“Stop!” Belinda’s commanding shout stopped him cold.
He turned towards the source of the interruption. Initially, his face was still full of rage, but as soon as he saw Belinda, his expression shifted dramatically. “Mrs. Clark!” he exclaimed, his tone filled with surprise.
He remembered Belinda from Harold’s birthday celebration and recognized her immediately. Something flickered in Belinda’s eyes as he addressed her like that.
“Mrs. Clark, what do you want to say?” the man inquired, his tone shifting.
Belinda got straight to the point. “Just now, I saw your wife harassing that young man. She was caressing his thigh and even attempted to slip her hand under his shirt. When he tried to push her away and leave, she clung to him and forced cash into his hand.”
Hearing Belinda’s words, the expressions on the faces of both the middle-aged man and Felice altered significantly.
The young man, visibly shocked, gazed at Belinda with awe. He had not anticipated anyone stepping in to support him.
Felice had never imagined she would be exposed so publicly. Her fury burned hot, but Belinda wasn’t someone she could afford to offend. Left with no choice, she turned to her husband, her voice trembling. “Honey, let me explain—”
“Shut up! I’ll deal with you later!” the man barked, cutting her off with a venomous glare. His words were spat through gritted teeth, his face contorted with rage.
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Belinda shifted her attention to Felice and then pointed decisively at the young man standing nearby. “Mrs. Jimenez, from this moment forward, he is under my protection. If you are even thinking about harassing him again, you’d better reconsider.”
She recalled Bethany’s words earlier—that Felice never let go of something she wanted, no matter the cost. That was why she had said that to Felice.
Felice’s face twisted, her frustration barely concealed as anger and humiliation flickered in her eyes. She had set her sights on that young man and intended to claim him, no matter the method. But now, with Belinda’s stern warning, her plans had been shattered.
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t dare,” she muttered stiffly, her voice hollow with defeat. Without another word, she turned and left, her humiliation palpable.
Her husband lingered, offering Belinda a strained, embarrassed smile before following after his wife.
Belinda turned to look at the young man. “You are okay now,” she said simply, her tone calm but firm. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away.
The young man blinked, as if shaking himself free from a trance, and called out hastily, “Wait! Thank you. Can I at least know your name?”
He looked at Belinda’s retreating figure, his voice tinged with gratitude. “I am really grateful for what you just did. I won’t forget this.”
“You don’t have to thank me. It’s nothing,” Belinda replied coolly, not even glancing back. She waved a hand dismissively and walked back to her booth with quiet composure.
What Belinda couldn’t have foreseen was that this small act of kindness would ripple into something far more significant later on.
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