?<strong>Chapter 717:</strong>


    Bethany continued, “Only clueless guys like you will fall for Verena’s act. If she were really over Lucas, why did she put on that ridiculous show? Belinda barely nudged her, yet she acted like she had been shoved forcefully. Her little…”


    Her performance was beyond absurd. She was just pretending to let go of Lucas so that she could get closer to him in the future. By iming she had moved on, she was simply lowering your guard.


    Belinda couldn’t help but smile at Bethany’s words.


    That was the difference between how men saw women and how women saw women.


    Johnson noticed Belinda’s expression and frowned slightly, but he chose to stay silent.


    Bethany smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you honestly think Verena could ever give up on Lucas?”


    Johnson didn’t respond, his expression resigned.


    They soon dropped the topic and finished their meal.


    Afterward, as they were leaving the private room and heading toward the elevators, they came to an abrupt stop. Not far from them stood a man and a woman.


    The woman was visibly drunk, her arms draped around the man’s neck as if shecked the strength to stand on her own. She clung to him, her face buried against his neck, rubbing her cheek and lips against his skin.


    The man, clearly ufortable, was trying to peel her hands off his neck with one hand while using the other to steady her waist and keep her from falling.


    The scene was undeniably intimate and suggestive.


    The expressions of Belinda, Johnson, and Bethany darkened in unison.


    Johnson was on the verge of exploding.


    Standing before him was Lnd Ruiz—his foster sister Catherine’s boyfriend.


    But the woman clinging to Lnd’s arm?


    She wasn’t Catherine.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Johnson stormed forward, grabbed the woman by her clothes, shoved her aside, and swung his fist. The punchnded with a resounding crack against Lnd’s face.


    “Ah!” Lnd cried out, stumbling backward and crashing to the floor.


    “How dare you betray Cathy?” Johnson roared, his voice trembling with fury. His eyes zed as he lunged again, grabbing Lnd by the cor and yanking him upright like a ragdoll before delivering another powerful punch.


    “Wait! Johnson, stop! It’s all a misunderstanding—please, let me exin!” Lnd yelped, struggling to shield himself. But Johnson wasn’t listening. He kept pounding on Lnd.


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