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Chapter 805

Chapter 805:
“Let go,” Catherine said in a calm voice.
Leland didn’t budge; he maintained his grip on her hand tightly. Deep down, he sensed that if he released her now, he would lose her forever.
“I said let go,” Catherine repeated, her tone sharper this time. She turned to face Leland.
Her cold gaze and the disgust in it pierced through him like an arrow aimed straight at his heart.
“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands! You repulse me!”
Catherine forcefully shook off Leland’s grip and walked away.
Every step she took radiated resolve.
Belinda and Bethany quickly caught up with Catherine.
“Catherine! Catherine…” Leland called out frantically, his eyes red with desperation as he attempted to follow her.
But before he could take more than two steps…
There was a loud thud.
In an instant, Leland found himself thrown violently to the floor.
Disoriented, he lay there, struggling to process what had just happened. It wasn’t until the sharp agony struck him that he gritted his teeth.
Standing over Leland like a merciless specter of vengeance, Belinda lifted her foot and stomped down on his chest without hesitation. Leland groaned, his face twisting in pain.
“Make sure you stay away from Catherine from now on. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up every time I see your face! See what happens if you don’t heed my warning!” Belinda’s voice was icy and menacing. After saying that, she turned on her heel and strode away.
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Not once did Catherine look back throughout the whole ordeal. Even when she heard the dull thud as Leland fell to the carpet, her steps did not falter.
The three women entered the elevator with their heads held high. As soon as the doors closed, however, Catherine’s shoulders slumped.
Neither Belinda nor Bethany said a word.
Belinda only put an arm around Catherine’s shoulders and squeezed gently to comfort her.
Catherine turned to her with a forced smile. “Don’t worry about me; I’m fine. As a matter of fact, I feel rather relieved.”
Belinda chose to refrain from saying anything.
They got out of the elevator on the first floor, returned the key card to the front desk, and left the hotel together.
“Thank you both for today,” Catherine said, smiling at Belinda and Bethany. “I’ll treat you to a meal some other time. For now, I just want to head home. I’m tired.”
Although her lips were curled upward, it was clear that her smile was far from genuine.
“No, don’t go home! Join us for a drink!” Belinda didn’t give Catherine a chance to refuse. She wrapped an arm around the latter’s shoulders and ushered her to Bethany’s car.
She believed that if they left Catherine alone after such a harrowing incident, Catherine would only end up overthinking the situation and sinking into an even worse mood. It would be better if Catherine got to talk about her pain and vent all her anger and hurt.
At the Dream Club.
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