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Chapter 527

Chapter 527:
Just as Vincent was about to say something, he noticed Lucas’s attention fixated on a particular spot downstairs, his expression souring.
Vincent turned to see what had caught Lucas’s attention.
Belinda and Bethany had already hit the dance floor, moving rhythmically to the music.
Both caught the attention of everyone around them, drawing interested glances from several men.
Lucas, his expression dark, suddenly stood up and made his way toward the stairs.
It looked like he was heading straight for Belinda.
As she danced, Belinda seemed carefree, her face lit up with a vibrant smile.
Just then, two men approached her.
One attempted to place his hand on Belinda’s shoulder.
But before he could, another hand swiftly grabbed his arm, squeezing firmly.
“Ouch… It hurts!” the man winced in pain.
Lucas glared down at him, his expression icy. “You want to dance? How about I join you?” he asked.
“Mr. Clark, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry! I won’t do it again!” the man pleaded.
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Lucas let go of him and dismissed him. “Get lost!” he said sharply.
“Okay, I’ll leave!” With a nod, the man hurried away.
After this brief confrontation, the others who had been wanting to get close to Belinda backed off.
When Belinda saw Lucas standing protectively in front of her, her brows knitted together.
Lucas was also looking at Belinda.
She was dressed in a black bomber jacket, tight jeans, and studded biker boots, with a thick black leather choker covering the bandage on her neck, all complemented by smoky makeup.
This was a side of Belinda Lucas seldom saw, and he couldn’t deny that she looked stunning, a stark contrast to her usual style.
Lucas said, “This dance floor is full of all kinds of people. It’s not safe.”
He left unsaid that Belinda’s dazzling dance made him reluctant to let her be seen by others.
Belinda let out a cold chuckle. “Whether it’s safe or not is my business, not yours, Mr. Clark.”
With Lucas watching over her, Belinda felt restrained, but tonight, she was determined to let loose.
Suddenly struck with an idea, she spun around and headed toward the DJ.
After a brief exchange, the DJ nodded and stepped aside, allowing Belinda access to the turntables.
Belinda then slipped on the headphones and started manipulating the controls.
The music seamlessly transitioned under her touch.
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