His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 399:

The middle-aged man’s face was set in a stern mask of belief in his wife’s version of events. He stared at the young man, and his anger was evident. “You audacious fool! Trying to seduce my wife? Do you have a death wish?” As he prepared to strike the young man, his hand lifted in the air.

“Stop!” Belinda’s commanding shout stopped him cold.

He turned towards the source of the interruption. Initially, his face was still full of rage, but as soon as he saw Belinda, his expression shifted dramatically. “Mrs. Clark!” he exclaimed, his tone filled with surprise.

He remembered Belinda from Harold’s birthday celebration and recognized her immediately. Something flickered in Belinda’s eyes as he addressed her like that.

“Mrs. Clark, what do you want to say?” the man inquired, his tone shifting.

Belinda got straight to the point. “Just now, I saw your wife harassing that young man. She was caressing his thigh and even attempted to slip her hand under his shirt. When he tried to push her away and leave, she clung to him and forced cash into his hand.”

expressions on the faces of both the middle-aged man and Felice

young man, visibly shocked, gazed at Belinda with awe. He had

she would be exposed so publicly. Her fury burned hot, but Belinda wasn’t someone she could afford to offend. Left with no choice, she turned

up! I’ll deal with you later!” the man barked, cutting her off with a venomous glare. His words were spat through gritted teeth, his face contorted with

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her attention to Felice and then pointed decisively at the young man standing nearby. “Mrs. Jimenez, from this moment forward, he

Bethany’s words earlier—that Felice never let go of something she wanted, no matter the cost. That was why

set her sights on that

muttered stiffly, her voice hollow with defeat. Without another word,

husband lingered, offering Belinda a strained, embarrassed smile before following after

now,” she said simply, her tone

as if shaking himself free from a trance, and called out hastily, “Wait! Thank you. Can I at least know