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Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1217

Summary for Chapter 1217: Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog

Summary of Chapter 1217 – A pivotal chapter in Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog by Serena Kingsley

The chapter Chapter 1217 is one of the most intense moments in Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog, written by Serena Kingsley. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.

The greasy-haired guy tried to lunge forward, but a bartender finally stepped in, slapping a baseball bat against his palm as he stood firmly beside Wilbur. The threat was crystal clear.

Wilbur finally let go, turning his attention to a visibly shaken Claire.

The terrifying ice in his eyes vanished instantly.

He reached out his hand to her. "Come here."

Claire immediately grabbed his hand, stepping safely to his side.

"Scared?"

He asked it casually, but his gaze dropped to her red, bruised wrist, and his eyes darkened dangerously.

He turned back to the two men, a slow, humorless smile spreading across his face.

"I co-own this bar. You try to touch my people on my turf, and you think I'm just going to stand by?"

The bartender didn't waste a second, hauling both men by the scruff of their necks into an adjacent storage room.

A moment later, agonizing screams echoed through the door.

The sounds of pain were so loud they pierced right through the club's heavy bass.

Knowing exactly what she was thinking, Wilbur said softly, "Don't worry. They know when to stop."

He looked at Claire, his tone returning to that lazy drawl, though it left absolutely no room for argument. "Let's go. I'll take you back."

"I haven't paid my tab yet..."

Wilbur pulled out his phone, dialed the manager, and handed it to her. "Tell him your room number. Put it on my tab."

Claire had wanted to decline.

But seeing the lingering storm in Wilbur's eyes, she swallowed her protests and quietly gave the manager her room number.

Wilbur guided her out of the club and into the back of his waiting luxury car.

The ride was tense and silent.

There was no music playing in the cabin, just the low hum of the engine and the sound of tires splashing through puddles.

The rain outside had intensified into a heavy downpour.

Wilbur kept his head turned, staring out the window.

He had clearly been drinking. His tie was loosened, draped carelessly over his collar, and his eyes were half-closed in exhaustion.

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