Chapter 914
His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Belinda inhaled deeply, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. Was this really Mitchellâs way of targeting her?
Was he hoping to manipulate the public outrage to force her to apologize to Kylee?
A cold smile tugged at Belindaâs lips.
âLet them say whatever they want. Their words hold no power over me.â
âMitchell is insufferable!â Bethany fumed, her voice sharp with frustration.
After a few more minutes of venting, the two friends ended the call.
After work, once Belindaâs shift had ended, she changed out of her scrubs and made her way toward the elevator, the weight of the day finally starting to lift. Just as she was about to enter the elevator, her phone rang.
When Belinda saw the caller ID flash across the screen, her eyes flickered slightly with surprise. She quickly answered the call.
âHelloâ¦â
âBelinda, whatâs going on with Mitchell?â Lucasâ voice came through the phone.
âItâs because of Kylee. He thinks I was responsible for getting her fired, so he showed up today to confront me about it,â Belinda explained as she stepped into the elevator.
âIâll take care of the matter for you,â Lucas said without a second thought.
âThereâs no need for that,â Belinda replied, brushing off his concern.
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As the elevator doors slid open, she stepped out and made her way toward her car.
Lucas remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.
âAlright.â
Reaching her car, Belinda unlocked it.
âIâm hanging up now. I need to drive.â
Just as she was about to end the call, a sharp voice rang out behind her.
âBelinda!â
Belinda instinctively turned at the sound of her name.
And thenâsomething wet and cold struck her foreheadâan egg.
She flinched at the impact, slightly disoriented. Egg yolk dripped down her face as an angry voice followed.
âBitch!â
Lucasâ voice turned anxious through the phone.
âBelinda, what happened?â
âIâll hang up now,â Belinda said quickly, ending the call without giving further explanation. She then wiped the sticky mess off her forehead and shot a cold glare at the furious woman standing in front of her.
âWho the hell are you?â
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