Chapter 818



Belinda responded with a light, dismissive chuckle, her face unreadable.

After washing her hands, she turned off the faucet and grabbed a paper towel, lazily wiping her fingers. Without looking at Verena, she spoke in a calm, almost bored tone.

“Whether I’m happy or not doesn’t really matter. But I’d wager, Miss Reed, that you’re regretting what you did, aren’t you?”

As she spoke, Belinda lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Verena and flashing a mocking smile.

“Even if you tried something as desperate as drugging Lucas, he still wouldn’t touch you. Were you furious when you found out about that?”

Belinda’s words struck with painful precision, and Verena’s face drained of color in an instant.

That evening, Verena had been so furious that she had wanted to scream. Now, to be ridiculed by Belinda in such a scornful and derisive manner ignited a fire within her. Verena truly wanted to silence Belinda for good.

Yet, before Verena could utter a single word in her defense, Belinda continued with a mocking tone, “Oh, and also… Miss Reed, don’t pretend to be the victim here. You orchestrated this entire mess yourself; you administered the substance. Now, you must face the repercussions of your actions. You can’t hold anyone else accountable for your choices.”

With that, Belinda strolled past Verena with an air of indifference and exited the restroom.

Verena clenched her fists tightly, her expression contorting with rage as she struggled to contain her emotions.

Gal no ve l s . com hosts your favorite stories Upon returning to the private room, Belinda continued eating with an unbothered demeanor. The encounter with Verena in the restroom had undeniably soured her mood, yet she chose not to utter a single word about it to anyone.

After the meal had ended, everyone was preparing to depart. Just as they had risen from their seats and were ready to leave, the door to the private room suddenly swung open with a loud creak. Verena walked in, her presence filling the space with palpable tension.

When everyone spotted her, their expressions momentarily froze. No one spoke.

Verena wasted no time and directly approached Lucas, desperation evident in every step she took.

“Lucas,” she said earnestly, “I truly acknowledge my mistakes now! Please, grant me your forgiveness just this once, alright? This is the final time; I assure you I will never repeat this error again!”

As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened with unshed tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Yet, Lucas remained entirely unmoved by her heartfelt pleas. In the depths of his dark gaze, only annoyance simmered.

“Lucas,” Verena said, her voice trembling.

“Don’t ignore me; please just look at me.”

With that desperate statement, Verena reached out to grasp Lucas’ arm. But as soon as her hand lifted toward him, Lucas shot her a piercing glance that made her retract it instantly, as if burned.

Lucas’ thin lips parted slightly as he uttered a chilling question, “Who are you?”

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