Chapter 307



“Sorry, I need to go now!” Belinda swiftly ended the call and set her phone aside.

Facing Minna, Belinda calmly asked, “Ms. Williamson, you do recognize the man from the call, don’t you?”

Minna’s complexion turned a deep shade of red, and she found herself speechless.

Macie also appeared taken aback.

“Who was that on the call? He seemed very familiar!” a guest murmured.

“That man is Steven Rayne, Mlarema’s globally recognized art director! Who would’ve guessed that Belinda has connections with him? Their interaction suggests they are actually quite close!”

“Then, does that imply Minna’s necklace is a counterfeit?”

“Is there any other possibility? Steven, the art expert from Mlarema, identified it as a knockoff instantly. Do you really think he would lie about that?”

“Steven revealed that he gifted the real necklace to Belinda, which means Belinda possesses the genuine one now! So, why would she bother taking Minna’s fake one? Reflecting on it, it’s almost amusing how certain Minna was that Belinda had taken her necklace!”

“Indeed! It’s quite a mistake to flaunt such a counterfeit… How embarrassing!”

Hearing the murmurs of the guests, Minna found herself wishing she could vanish into thin air.

She had not expected that Belinda was actually a close friend of Steven, Mlarema’s global art director.

Now, instead of successfully tarnishing Belinda’s reputation, Minna found herself embarrassed, with Belinda garnering admiration and acclaim.

Fuming over the turn of events, Minna gritted her teeth.

With a knowing smirk, Belinda shifted her attention away and, struck by a sudden thought, turned to Lucas.

Her gaze locked with Lucas’.

For a fleeting moment, they shared a look brimming with complicated feelings.

Lucas hadn’t expected Belinda to have such a close relationship with Steven…

What more was Belinda hiding from him?

After a tense five seconds, Belinda broke away from the gaze, approached the male officer, and returned the necklace to him. The officer accepted the necklace and departed with his colleague, taking Macie with them.

Minna’s complexion whitened as she made to exit.

“Stop!” Lucas’ commanding voice echoed suddenly. His deep, authoritative tone halted Minna in her tracks.

“Miss Williamson, do you really think you can simply walk away after slandering someone like that?” Lucas said.

Then, he turned toward a middle-aged man in the crowd, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. “Mr. Williamson, your daughter doesn’t seem to know her manners.”

Hearing this, Rhys had no choice but to step forward. With an uneasy smile, he replied, “That’s not the case, Mr. Clark. There just seems to be a misunderstanding.”

He then turned to Minna and said, “Minna, you owe Ms. Wright an apology.”

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