Chapter 398



Belinda’s and Bethany’s attention shifted in the direction Johnson indicated.

At a booth not far off, three middle-aged women were seated. One of them was obviously harassing a young man. The young man, likely in his late teens and perhaps a university student, was notably attractive, sporting a polite and cultured look. The woman beside him was inappropriately touching his thigh and trying to slip her other hand under his shirt.

Visibly embarrassed, the young man’s cheeks flushed red as he attempted to remove her hands and even tried to stand up and leave, but the woman persistently clung to him. To escalate the situation further, the woman even pulled out a stack of cash from her purse and laid it before the young man. Yet, the young man’s expression remained one of dismay and anger.

“There goes Felice, always targeting young men,” Bethany said disdainfully.

“Who is that?” Belinda questioned.

“That woman is the chairman’s wife from the Jimenez Group. She leads a pretty scandalous life. She has a particular taste for young, handsome men. Once she decides she wants someone, she is relentless in pursuing them. Quite a few youthful guys have been harassed by her before,” Bethany explained.

Belinda’s usually bright and lovely face clouded over with a hint of repulsion when she heard that.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “You shameless woman! How dare you betray me!”

Belinda and the group looked toward the commotion.

They saw a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a pot belly charging at the woman, Felice Jimenez, his hand lifted as if he were ready to hit her.

The best stories are at gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․𝒄𝗈𝗆 Felice, stricken with fear, turned ghostly white and hurriedly tried to defend herself, saying, “Darling! Wait, let me explain! It wasn’t my intention to be unfaithful—it was him! He tried to seduce me just now! Despite telling him I was married, he didn’t stop. It’s truly not my fault!”

The young man, clearly incensed, retorted, “That’s absurd! I didn’t come here to seduce anyone! I’m just here to sell wine, and you wouldn’t stop pestering me.”

Felice glared at the young man and replied, “You are lying! I already have a husband. Why would I do that to him?” She then turned to her husband. “Dear, don’t listen to him. I would never cheat on you!”

“Yes, Mr. Jimenez, you can trust Felice. She would never be unfaithful! This man came up to her asking for money and deliberately attempted to seduce her!”

“Felice is completely devoted to you!”

A group of Felice’s friends quickly supported her, fervently shifting the blame onto the young man.

“You are all telling lies! I’m innocent!” The young man, both enraged and bewildered, was astounded by their audacity.

He turned to the group at the next table and said, “Can anyone help me out here? Tell them I did not attempt to seduce her!”

“I saw nothing. I don’t know what happened.”

“I didn’t see anything, either!” The onlookers either remained silent or flatly refused to acknowledge witnessing anything. Ultimately, no one came forward to help the young man.

When Belinda saw the young man’s desperate expression, she furrowed her brow in empathy. She knew all too well the pain of being falsely accused and left without support. Narrowing her eyes, Belinda stood up and approached the booth.

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