Chapter 587



Kane controlled the Forsaken Group? Despite knowing that, Lucas still…

Johnson said, “After finding out that Kane had the video, Lucas didn’t hesitate. He knew the risks of handing over such valuable real estate to Kane and the trouble it could bring him. But for you, he disregarded all that. He didn’t think twice before transferring the property worth over ten billion to the Forsaken Group for you.”

When Belinda heard Johnson’s words, her gaze dropped, her eyelashes fluttering. A sensation akin to a lump formed in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Johnson said, “Belinda, I think you and Lucas—”

Yet, before he could finish speaking, Belinda interjected, “Johnson, I need to go. I’m hanging up now.”

She ended the call before Johnson had a chance to reply.

Feeling somewhat resigned, Johnson realized that Lucas faced a challenging journey in his attempt to win Belinda back.

After ending the call, Belinda remained still, her features frozen, devoid of emotion. Her conversation with Johnson had only made her feel more complicated emotions. Even though her name had been cleared, the weight of a new burden pressed heavily on her now. The pressure suddenly felt unbearable.

Why had Lucas done that for her? Was he oblivious to the immense pressure his actions caused her? He had traded valuable real estate just to obtain that video for her. And the important thing was that the property had fallen into Kane’s hands.

Belinda inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. She showered and then climbed into bed, attempting to empty her mind and sleep.

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․cøm brings endless adventures However, she tossed and turned, sleep eluding her for hours as her frustration grew.

Finally, just as she felt a hint of drowsiness, her phone rang. She retrieved her phone and saw Vincent’s name on the screen. A trace of confusion shadowed her face as she answered the call.

“Belinda, could you come to the Dream Club now? Lucas is drunk and has hurt his hand. There are glass shards in his wound.”

“I’ve tried to help, but he’s refusing anyone else’s help; he keeps calling for you,” Vincent said, urgency in his voice.

Belinda’s eyes narrowed slightly, her face hardening. “I don’t have time for that.”

“Please come. Lucas is bleeding nonstop, and I’m worried his injury might be serious. You’re a doctor; he needs you. No one else can get close to him now,” Vincent said, desperation creeping into his tone.

“I already said I don’t have time for that. Handle it yourself!” Belinda replied coldly before ending the call.

She tossed her phone aside and buried herself under the blanket, convincing herself not to care about Lucas. She told herself that this must be Lucas’ ploy to trick her.

Moments later, a notification chimed.

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