Chapter 542



“Mollie!” Belinda wanted to stop Mollie, but Santino intervened.

“Let her go. Lucas deserves a scolding,” Santino said.

Hearing this, Belinda said nothing further.

As Mollie stepped outside the villa, she immediately spotted the blue luxury car parked nearby.

She marched straight over and slammed her hand down hard on the car’s hood.

A moment later, Lucas emerged from the driver’s seat.

He quickly greeted Mollie.

Mollie wore a dark expression. “What are you doing here?”

“I just sent Belinda back,” he replied.

Mollie let out a cold laugh. “There’s really no need for that.

Belinda has her own car—she doesn’t need you to chauffeur her around, Mr. Clark, considering how busy you must be.

Besides, aren’t you supposed to be very concerned about Verena? Go check on her and leave Belinda alone!”

Her tone was far from polite.

Lucas pressed his lips into a tight line and then said, “Mrs. Thomas, I admit that what happened that night was my fault.

I’ve assured Belinda it won’t happen again.”

He slightly lowered his head as he spoke, a gesture of humility, knowing how much Belinda respected Mollie.

Mollie dismissed him with a wave, her voice sharp. “Save it! Your promises mean nothing to us.

You and Belinda are divorced.

From now on, stay out of her life.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, “I’ll find her a man who truly loves her—someone who cherishes her and always puts her first.”

Lucas’ expression darkened when he heard Mollie’s words.

He slowly lifted his gaze to meet Mollie’s, his eyes icy.

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, Mollie involuntarily swallowed, sensing an oppressive weight on her.

Then, Lucas spoke, his tone resolute. “Mrs. Thomas, Belinda belongs with me.

I won’t let any other man near her.”

Regaining her composure, Mollie frowned and scoffed, “You think you can dictate that? Don’t make me laugh!”

Lucas’ lips curled into a confident smile, his presence commanding. “If you doubt my words, feel free to test them.

I’d like to see who dares to get close to my woman!”

Mollie’s expression hardened.

She pressed her lips together, a serious look washing over her face.

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