?<strong>Chapter 338:</strong>


    Once she left Kenia’s room, Belinda returned to her own. Sarai wasted no time in seeking out Kenia.


    “Kenia, please, you have to believe me—I truly didn’t mean to do that on purpose.”


    Kenia’s face remainedposed, her voice steady but detached. “Alright. Just make sure to keep your distance from Lucas moving forward.”


    Sarai’s lips tightened, and she nodded quickly, not daring to refuse. “Okay, I understand! I will keep my distance from him now.”


    Kenia chose not to say anything further.


    At an exclusive club, Ryan reclined on a plush sofa, surrounded by a dozen young women. The manager, hovering nearby with a sycophantic smile, said, “Mr. Adams, these are our finestdies. Let me know if any of them catches your eye.”


    To Ryan, these so-called beauties were utterly unremarkable, leaving him entirely unimpressed. None could hold a candle to the woman who still lingered in his thoughts.


    Noticing Ryan’s disinterest, the manager hastily ushered away the first row of women and introduced the next. “How about them, Mr. Adams?” the manager asked, his eyes hopeful.


    Ryan’s gaze liftedzily, scanning the new group. As he surveyed them, his expression remained aloof—until his eyes fell on the woman at the far end, and his pupils subtly narrowed. She wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful, but her slim, foxlike eyes caught his attention immediately. Her features bore a resemnce to that woman.


    Ryan pointed at her decisively. “Her. What’s her name?”


    The manager hesitated, clearly caught off guard by Ryan’s choice. After a moment’s pause, he signaled to the woman. “Belina, step forward.”


    Ryan’s eyes flickered for a second at the sound of her name.


    The woman stepped closer, her head slightly bowed. “Mr. Adams,” she said softly, her tone respectful. Her voice carried a delicate, soothing quality.


    “Raise your head,” Ryanmanded.


    Belinaplied, lifting her head without hesitation. From this proximity, her resemnce to that woman became even more evident.


    “How do you spell your name?” Ryan asked, his tone sharp with curiosity.


    “B-E-L-I-N-A,” Belina replied in a soft voice.


    “I want her,” Ryan dered with finality.


    “Okay! Mr. Adams, enjoy your evening. Let me know if you need anything,” the manager said. He then turned to Belina. “Make sure Mr. Adams has a good time tonight.” With a polite nod to Ryan, the manager departed with the other women.


    “Mr. Adams…” Belina said tentatively.


    Ryan cut her off, saying, “From now on, call me Ryan.” Belina’s eyes widened slightly. She was surprised by Ryan’s words.


    “Uh… Okay,” she replied. She hesitated briefly before saying, “Ryan.”


    Ryan’s stare grew more intense as he studied her. Suddenly, he broke the silence.


    “Are you a virgin?” he asked.


    Belina’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she gave a timid nod, her soft voice almost a whisper. “Yes.” A broad smile spread across Ryan’s face when he heard that.


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