His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 322

Chapter 322:

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Belinda managed a small smile, nodding in agreement.

Debra raised her glass again, her excitement infectious. “Come on! Let’s party until we pass out!”

Belinda laughed softly and took another sip.

Debra then kept finding chances to make Belinda drink.

Belinda wasn’t sure what was going on tonight, but it felt like her tolerance for alcohol had decreased. After just a few glasses, her head was spinning.

A vague sense of caution stirred in her, but before she could act on it, her body gave in.

She slumped onto the sofa, passing out…

Seeing what was happening, Debra set down her wine glass and called out, “Belinda? Belinda, are you okay? Are you drunk? Come on, get up! Let’s keep drinking!” As she spoke, she leaned over and nudged Belinda a couple of times.

But there was no response from Belinda.

Debra glanced up at Percy, and their eyes met. A sly, triumphant gleam quickly flashed in their eyes.

“Let’s do it now, Percy,” Debra said, her previously innocent expression giving way to calm determination.

Percy nodded. “Alright.”

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He stepped forward, bent down, and reached for Belinda, about to lift her into his arms.

But just as his hand touched her arm…

“Hey!” Belinda suddenly shot up from the sofa, her bloodshot eyes blazing with fierce vigilance.

Percy froze for a moment, startled, but quickly recovered, forcing a disarming smile. “Ms. Wright, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you home, okay?” He then reached for her again.

With a sharp smack, Belinda slapped his hand away and staggered to her feet. “Who… Who says this superstar is drunk? I’m perfectly sober! Now, let me see your hands! Follow my lead! We will, we will rock you…”

Percy stood there, dumbfounded.

Debra stared at Belinda, equally confused.

“What’s going on?” Percy muttered.

“I don’t know!” Debra said, shaking her head.

After a brief pause, she added, “Alright, let’s not waste time. We have to stick to the plan!”

Percy sighed and nodded, making another attempt to reach Belinda. “Ms. Wright, you’re drunk. Let me take you home,” he said.

But before he could get close, Belinda grabbed him and, with surprising strength, flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him to the floor with a resounding thud.

Percy lay sprawled on the floor, stunned, his face contorted in pain. “Ouch…”

Debra was taken aback by this, her mouth falling open. “What… What just happened?” she said in shock.

“I can’t do it. I can’t even get near Belinda. You should try…” Percy groaned as he clutched his waist and struggled to stand up.

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