Chapter 457
His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

âNigel, your son Devin is hitting thirty soon, right? Has he settled down with anyone yet?â Harold went straight to the point.
With a heavy sigh, Nigel Davidson responded, âDonât get me started! He hasnât settled down, and thereâs not a hint of a woman in his life.
Itâs so frustrating.
Iâm even half-expecting him to show up with a man one day and introduce him as his boyfriend at this rate!â
Harold laughed. âWell, I might have a potential match for him.
What if I introduce her to Devin?â
Nigelâs interest was piqued immediately.
He asked, âReally? Who might that be? I have been on the lookout for a long time! My sonâs standards are sky-highânone of the women I have introduced to him have caught his fancy.
He always returns from dates without so much as a comment.â
Harold said without hesitation, âYou know Belinda, donât you? How do you feel about her as a match for Devin?â
At that moment, Lucas slammed on the brakes, the car jerking to an abrupt stop.
Harold lurched forward, caught off guard, and quickly steadied himself by holding the back of the passenger seat.
âWhat are you doing, you rascal?â Harold barked, glaring at Lucas. âDo you not know how to drive or something?â
Lucas didnât respond.
His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
His expression was cold, his dark eyes glinting with anger.
Through the rearview mirror, he shot a sharp, icy glare at Harold in the back seat.
Had Harold completely lost his mind?
He wanted to set Belinda up with Devin?
Lucas wasnât alone in his disbelief.
On the other end of the phone, Nigel was equally stunned.
âHarold, are you serious? What kind of joke is this?â Nigel said.
Harold remained calm and replied, âWeâve known each other for years, Nigel. Do you think I would joke about something like this?â
âYou⦠Youâ¦â Nigel was at a loss for words, completely baffled by Haroldâs words.
Harold then continued, undeterred, âYouâve probably already heard about Lucas and Belindaâs divorce.
My son doesnât know how to appreciate a good woman.
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