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Chapter 472

Chapter 472:
He realized that he wouldn’t be able to leave unless he drank the tainted wine. With a shuddering breath, he reached for the glass, raised it to his lips, and drained it in one gulp.
Placing the empty glass back on the table, he turned to Lucas. “Mr. Clark… May I leave now?” he asked, his voice strained.
Lucas didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on Morse, scrutinizing him with cold detachment. He wanted to observe the drug’s effect on Morse.
He didn’t have to wait long.
About five minutes later, the drug began to take effect. Morse’s movements grew erratic. His pupils dilated, his face flushed crimson, and his hands fumbled awkwardly at his collar. “Hot… So hot…” he murmured repeatedly.
Lucas’ expression darkened, his jaw tightening. His patience was wearing thin.
He turned sharply to the manager, who stood at a cautious distance, and spoke in a clipped, commanding tone. “Call the police. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” the manager replied briskly, quickly relaying the order to his staff. He hurried toward Morse, intending to restrain him before he started removing his clothes in front of everyone.
But before the manager could get close, Morse lunged forward, grabbed him, and forcefully kissed his face.
The room fell into stunned silence. Guests froze, their faces filled with shock.
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Lucas’ eyes blazed with fury. His fists clenched at his sides, every fiber of him itching to tear Morse apart.
Morse, now completely unhinged, staggered toward the bystanders, grabbing wildly at anyone within reach, attempting to kiss them. The potency of the drug was unmistakable.
Lucas’ thoughts immediately turned to Belinda. If she had consumed that drink…
A surge of rage, unlike anything he had felt before, coursed through him. His hands balled into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The fury he felt now was enough to make him want to destroy everything in sight.
Without a word, Lucas grabbed Belinda’s hand and pulled her toward the exit. His grip was firm, unyielding. Belinda stumbled slightly, struggling to keep up with his hurried pace as he led her out of the restaurant.
It wasn’t until they reached the parking lot that Lucas finally stopped and released her.
He turned to face Belinda, his rage unmistakable in his tone. “What the hell kind of trash are you getting involved with?” he demanded, his voice sharp. “You had a blind date with a man like that? Are you out of your mind?”
Before Belinda could respond, Lucas launched into another tirade, his voice cold and furious. “Have you considered what could have happened to you today if I hadn’t been there?”
Belinda pressed her lips tightly together, her long lashes fluttering slightly. “How could I have known things would turn out that way?” she said.
She hadn’t anticipated Morse’s boldness in drugging her in a restaurant. She had trusted Mollie’s judgment, assuming anyone she introduced to her would be reputable. But even Mollie had been deceived.
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