Chapter 791



As for the obstacles in her way? She would crush them, eliminating anything or anyone standing between her and her goal. A fierce determination flashed in Verena’s eyes.

By half past seven in the evening, Belinda had already changed into her swimsuit, slipped on a sun-protective jacket, and settled onto the sofa in her living room, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest as she waited for the coach to arrive.

Thanks to Bethany’s recommendation, she had arranged for a private instructor to come to her home to teach her how to swim.

She had chosen a female instructor.

While she was lost in thought, her phone rang on the cushion beside her.

She retrieved it and saw it was the female instructor calling.

She swiped to answer the call. “Hello?”

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Wright,” the instructor’s hurried voice came through the phone. “Something urgent has come up, and I won’t be able to teach you. But don’t worry; I’ve arranged for a colleague to take over my place.”

Belinda’s grip on the phone tightened as her brows drew together. “Wait, what? This—”

The instructor interjected, “My colleague is just as skilled as I am. You’ll be in good hands. I have to go now. I’m really sorry!”

Before Belinda could get another word in, the call ended.

Her expression darkened as she put down her phone, a wave of frustration surging through her.

Switching instructors without her consent was simply too much! She was just about to make a complaint when the sharp ring of the doorbell made her pause.

Belinda exhaled sharply, placing the phone on the coffee table. Her steps were brisk as she approached the door, irritation simmering just below the surface. No matter how great the new coach they sent, she wouldn’t let them into her home!

But when she tapped the video intercom and saw the person outside her door, her movements faltered. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked on the figure.

With a swift motion, Belinda swung open the door.

When she saw Lucas standing at the entrance, her brows knitted together slightly as she inquired, “Why are you here?”

Lucas regarded her with a serious demeanor, a hint of playfulness dancing in his eyes as he extended his hand to her. “Ms. Wright, greetings. From this moment onward, I shall be your swimming instructor.”

Belinda was taken aback.

What did Lucas just say?

Belinda stared at Lucas, her tone sharp. “A swimming instructor? Who authorized you to teach me?”

Lucas’ expression remained steady as he replied, his tone measured, “I’m being completely serious. From now on, I’ll be responsible for teaching you how to swim.”

Belinda was about to retort, but a realization suddenly dawned on her. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Lucas and said, “So my previous coach abruptly left… That was your doing, wasn’t it?”

She had found it suspicious—why would the most renowned swimming club in Owathe suddenly make such a change without even consulting the client?

Now, everything made sense.

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