Chapter 681



Observing the situation, Darwin couldn’t resist a cold chuckle. “I never imagined Minna’s personal life was so… lively. It’s quite astonishing.”

“Well… I agree,” said Belinda, her tone revealing her awareness of Minna’s reckless pursuits.

It was clear that Minna had not limited herself while chasing after Darwin.

The incident remained the talk of the guests, and Minna’s reputation was now thoroughly ruined.

Later on, Belinda went to the restroom.

When she walked out of the stall, she noticed a woman standing by the sink, seemingly waiting for her.

Seeing this, Belinda frowned slightly, her impatience evident in her eyes.

She walked straight to the sink, turning on the water and washing her hands, not sparing Verena another glance.

“Ms. Wright, can we talk?” Verena asked, her smile sweet but practiced.

“No,” Belinda replied sharply, her tone clipped.

As she spoke, she grabbed a tissue, drying her hands briskly, clearly ready to leave.

But Verena quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

Belinda’s gaze turned icy. “Have you forgotten the pain, now that the wound on your forehead is almost healed? Or should I remind you of it?”

At Belinda’s pointed words, Verena froze, her face paling slightly.

The memory of being slammed against the wall surged back, and she could still feel the lingering pain.

It wasn’t just the physical pain that haunted her; it was the cold reality that Lucas hadn’t even bothered to check on her since it happened.

The thought ignited a fresh wave of bitterness within Verena’s heart.

Taking a deep breath, Verena faked a resigned tone. “Ms. Wright, why do you still hold so much hostility towards me? I’ve already told you—I’m letting go of Lucas. We’re just friends now.”

“Yeah, right,” Belinda scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Save those words for Lucas. He’s the only one who might actually believe that.”

Verena’s face tightened, but her voice softened with forced sincerity. “I mean it, Ms. Wright. I’m telling you the truth. Please, just listen to me!”

Belinda’s patience snapped, her voice rising in warning. “Get out of the way, Verena. Don’t block my path.”

Verena’s body trembled slightly, her confidence shaken by the sharpness of Belinda’s tone. Instinctively, she stepped aside.

Without sparing Verena a second glance, Belinda walked away.

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