His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 718
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Chapter 718:
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“Stop! Stop it, you bastard! Stop right now!” The woman, now recovered from being shoved aside, shrieked as she lunged at Johnson, pounding his back with her fists in an attempt to stop him.
This was unacceptable!
Belinda hadn’t planned on getting involved, but seeing the woman attack Johnson, she couldn’t stand idly by.
Two against one? That wasn’t fair.
Without hesitation, Belinda rushed over, grabbed the woman by her hair, and yanked her backward.
“Ahh! Let go of me!” the woman cried out in pain, taking a few steps back. Belinda loosened her grip, but the woman spun around in an instant, her arms flailing wildly.
Her movements were quick, almost frantic. Belinda tried to dodge but wasn’t fast enough.
A sharp, stinging pain shot through her neck.
Belinda winced, drawing in a sharp breath. She frowned and then delivered a fierce slap to the woman’s face. The sound of the slap echoed loudly in the room.
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“Ah!” the woman screamed, reeling backward and nearly falling. She caught herself just in time, grabbing the wall for support.
“Belinda!” a deep, hoarse voice called out at that moment.
Lucas quickly walked over, his eyes falling on Belinda’s neck. His face hardened. There, running down her skin, were three deep, bloody scratches.
Bethany couldn’t help but shiver when she saw Lucas’ dark expression.
The aura surrounding Lucas was colder than she could bear.
Lucas stopped in front of Belinda, his gaze softening as he gently touched her neck.
Belinda hissed in pain, flinching slightly.
The woman’s nails had left their mark on Belinda’s skin. Blood seeped slowly from the scratches, vivid against her pale skin.
Lucas’ face darkened even further. He turned to the woman, his sharp features twisting with a chilling intensity. His jaw clenched.
The woman froze, her back pressed against the wall. Her legs shook uncontrollably.
This man was terrifying.
She felt like prey, cornered by a predator, seconds away from being torn apart. Without a word, Lucas turned back to Belinda, wrapping an arm around her and leading her away.
“Wait, Lucas! Where are you taking me?” Belinda protested, frowning as she stumbled to keep up with Lucas’ pace.
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