Chapter 745
Chapter 745
“I’m not a pervert! I have an appointment today.” Felipe struggled to explain himself, desperate to escape. In panic, he remembered the wealthy heires he was about to meet. “I’m here to dine with my fiancée, a woman of status far beyond yours, and a hundred times more beautiful. Why would I bother touching you?”
“Your fiancée?” The woman who had first accused him, Tiffany, arched an eyebrow skeptically. She and her friends had targeted Felipe precisely because his attire seemed too modest for such an upscale restaurant.
But his claim gave them pause. Could this pretty–faced man actually have landed a powerful woman?
“If that’s true,” the short–haired woman asked, “where is she? Where are you dining in?”
“Second floor,” Felipe declared with bravado. “The third private room from the main hall, by the window.” He straightened his collar. “I never touched you, but if you insist on making trouble, take it up with my fiancée!”
Their eyes flicked upward to the second–floor balcony. Through the half–open window of the specified room, they could indeed see a woman seated inside.
“Fine. Let’s see what your fiancée can do for you.” Tiffany signaled to her male companions, who promptly seized Felipe by his collar. Then, with her short–haired friend and two young men in tow, she stormed upstairs.
From her point, Raven had observed the entire commotion below, including Felipe’s audacious lie. A cold smile played on her lips. ‘This fool actually tried to use me as his shield?‘
Footsteps pounded outside the private room before the door was flung open. The four intruders swaggered in, their gazes locking onto Raven.
Tiffany took in Raven’s simple attire and immediately dismissed her as some nobody, certainly not the influential heiress Felipe had boasted about. She planted her hands on the table and sneered, “Hey! Your ‘fiancé‘ just groped me. He said you will compensate us, so here we are!”
Raven continued stirring her coffee calmly. Through the window, she could see Felipe below, still held captive but wearing an expression of smug assurance, as if he truly believed the person in this room would bail him out.
After a deliberate pause, she set down her spoon and addressed the people in an icy tone. “If he offended you, deal with him as you see fit.”
Tiffany blinked. “What? He’s not your fiancé? You’re just going to abandon him?”
“I don’t know him.” Raven met the woman’s glare without flinching. “I am indeed waiting for my fiancé, but it’s certainly not that impostor downstairs.” “That lying bastard!” Tiffany spat. Wheeling around, she led her posse back downstairs, where she delivered a stinging slap to Felipe’s triumphant face. The crisp sound echoed through the dining area. Felipe staggered, the blow leaving five vivid finger marks on his cheek and shattering his arrogance in an instant.
“Are you crazy?” he roared, clutching his face as curious diners looked on, Humiliation and fury warred in his eyes.
“You’re crazy here!” Tiffany shot back. “That woman upstairs said she had never met you, let alone agreed to marry you! We wasted our time believing your bullshit!”
