Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“He’d be grown by now. Finding him won’t be easy,” Kristy said.

Her words stirred a quiet unease in Serena.

So many years had passed. She had no idea what the child looked like now.

And in a world this vast, finding one person felt like chasing smoke.

“No matter how difficult it is,” Serena said quietly but resolutely, “I’ll find him.”

“I’ll help,” Kristy replied without hesitation. “Maybe I can dig up a lead or two.”

Serena gave a grateful nod. Kristy had always been her closest friend, and now, finally back home, she could afford the time to reconnect properly. Just as Kristy opened her mouth to speak again, an oily voice interrupted. “Well now, pretty lady, drinking alone’s a waste. How about joining me instead?”

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A man in a garish floral shirt, hair slicked back and glistening under the bar lights, strolled up with a drink in hand, eyeing Kristy.

She frowned, her tone sharp. “I’m not interested.”

But he didn’t budge. Instead, he reached toward her shoulder. “Don’t be like that. Nights like this are meant for fun.”

Before he could touch her, Serena rose from her seat and stepped between them. She had little patience for men who mistook arrogance for charm. “Please respect her space.”

The man let out a low whistle, looking Serena over with a mocking grin. “Two beauties? This just keeps getting better.”

He reached toward her face. Serena sidestepped cleanly, avoiding his touch.

“Feisty,” he muttered. “Alright then, drinks on me tonight. Order whatever you want.”

He leaned closer, resting one arm on Kristy’s chair while the other hovered toward Serena’s waist. The cloying scent of his cologne hit her like a wave.

She pulled back, her voice level. “We don’t know you. Please leave.”

He chuckled, unbothered. “No need to be so uptight. Just trying to share a little fun. Two lovely ladies, come on. It’d be a shame not to make the most of it.”

As he spoke, the man took another step forward, the cloying scent of his cologne thick in the air, prompting Serena to wrinkle her nose in discomfort.

“Come on,” he said, offering a glass, “just cone drink. We’ll get to know each other.”

With a swift motion, Kristy knocked the

glass from his hand. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, liquor splashing onto his trousers.

“You little bitch, do you even know who you’re messing with?” he snapped, face darkening. Seething with humiliation, he lunged forward and grabbed Kristy’s wrist, yanking it in an attempt to pull her out of her seat.

Serena reacted instantly. She pulled Kristy back with one hand and rose to her feet. In a single, fluid motion, her palm struck the man’s face with a resounding slap.

“Leave. Now!” she said coldly.

The sound echoed through the bar, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons.

“What’s going on over there?”

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