His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 1279
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Chapter 1279:
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“Get out of my way, Niko!” Belinda heard Catherine yell as she got closer, her voice filled with anger.
The man, Niko Shaw, was average-looking at best, and the smile spread across his face was lewd and creepy.
He loomed over Catherine, blocking her path. “Oh, come on. Don’t be mad. I just want to have a drink with you in our booth. We’re both from the same school. Don’t refuse me like this.”
Catherine sneered in disgust, saying, “We’re not that close. Now, move out of my way!”
“After sharing a few drinks and a meal, I’m sure we’ll become close soon. Don’t you agree?” Niko reached for Catherine’s hand.
But before he could touch her, another hand appeared out of nowhere and seized his wrist to stop him.
Catherine turned to see who it was, and her face immediately lit up when she recognized Belinda. “Belinda!”
Belinda nodded at her.
Niko’s eyes lit up as well, but for an entirely different reason. “Well, hey there, beautiful. Who might you be? Would you like to join me for a drink, too?”
Belinda chuckled coldly before applying more pressure to her grip.
Niko’s face twisted in pain instantly. “You bitch! Let go of me!” He tried to struggle, but he quickly found that his hand had gone numb and immobile.
Belinda fixed him with a glare. “Stay away from Catherine from now on,” she warned. “Or I’ll beat you up every time I see you.” She tightened her grip even more to reiterate her point.
“Ah! That hurts! I heard you, okay? I understand! Now let go!” Niko didn’t want to agree at first, but the pain was too much for him to keep being defiant.
Finally, Belinda released him.
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Niko staggered a couple of steps back and rubbed his wrist.
He looked at Belinda, then at Catherine, his face a mask of anger.
His eyes held a sinister glint as he looked at Catherine.
“We will cross paths again,” he said coldly before turning on his heel to leave.
Belinda watched him go, her brows furrowing slightly in worry. For some unknown reason, she had a bad feeling about what he might do.
She couldn’t quite describe it; she just knew he was dangerous.
“Belinda, thank you!” Catherine’s words pulled Belinda back to the present.
Belinda turned to Catherine and asked, “What’s the deal with that guy?”
Catherine replied, “He’s a sophomore and a recent transferee at my school. One time, while he was playing soccer, he injured me by accident. He’s been pestering me ever since, and occasionally, it reaches the point of harassment, like it did just now.”
The more Catherine talked about him, the more frustrated she became.
Belinda’s expression turned serious. “Be careful, alright? I have a feeling that he’s up to no good. Don’t let your guard down.”
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