Chapter 868



Belinda shrugged, looking innocent.

“I just happened to hear about your past during your college years.”

Before Carmelita could form a reply, Belinda’s lips curved further into a sly smile as she continued, “I heard…”

Belinda said, “Back in university, you were in a relationship with the class president, yet you still managed to keep a suspiciously close connection with an upperclassman from a different department. Ultimately, the two of them engaged in a heated confrontation over you, an altercation that escalated to such a degree that your boyfriend at the time lost vision in one eye as a result.”

She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head slightly, studying Carmelita with an expression that blended amusement and disdain. With a slow shake of her head, she sighed dramatically and remarked, “I have to hand it to you—you’ve got quite the skills! Such captivating charm at such a tender age—truly remarkable.”

Carmelita’s demeanor changed instantly, her smugness dissolving into shock and anger. She hadn’t anticipated that Belinda would not only know about such a personal scandal but also have the audacity to air it publicly. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as embarrassment and rage churned within her.

Her face twisted with rage as she shot back, her voice rising, “You’re talking nonsense! How dare you—”

“Enough!”

“Carmelita!”

Two voices cut through her outburst.

The first voice was Devin’s, his tone laced with authority and disappointment.

The second one was Lucas’, his tone carrying a warning edge that sent a chill through the room.

Lucas’ face darkened, his features hard as stone. His eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto Carmelita with unyielding intensity.

“How dare you insult the woman I care for right in front of me?”

Carmelita’s complexion turned ashen in an instant. Lucas’ commanding presence was suffocating. His glare was so intimidating that she couldn’t muster the courage to look him in the eye. She bit her lip hard, unable to articulate a single response, her bravado evaporating.

“Lucas…” Nigel interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.

However, Lucas didn’t give him the chance to continue.

“I’m feeling rather fatigued,” Lucas said, his voice devoid of warmth but polite.

“I’d like to rest now.”

The implication was clear—he was asking them to leave.

Nigel, though slightly displeased, understood the underlying message. Given that Carmelita had caused the debacle, he couldn’t argue without appearing unreasonable. With a forced smile, he stood up and replied, “Very well. We won’t impose on you any longer. Take care, and we’ll visit you again soon.”

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