His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 181
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Chapter 181:
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After hearing the news of Albin’s visit to Santino, Belinda couldn’t help but smirk, a trace of sarcasm flickering in her gaze.
Did the Barnett family truly believe they could sway Santino merely by mentioning her name? Ridiculous!
Were they expecting her to repay their malice with kindness?
But she was far from a saint. She would never forget how they had treated her and would never help them.
She never forgot those who treated her well. And her adversaries? She remembered them just as well, if not better.
The dinner that evening buzzed with warmth.
After dinner, Belinda strolled through the estate with Mollie when her phone buzzed with the notification of a message.
Glancing at her phone, Belinda noticed that the message was from Johnson.
“Head to the Dream Club now; we need to talk.”
Curious, Belinda replied, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Just come over. You’ll see when you arrive. Make it quick,” Johnson urged.
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“Understood,” Belinda responded.
As Belinda pocketed her phone, Mollie’s voice broke the silence, asking, “Is everything okay?”
“Just a friend needing to talk to me at the club,” Belinda explained.
“You should go then. Don’t worry about me,” Mollie replied.
“No rush—I’d like to finish our walk together first,” Belinda responded with a smile.
Mollie, accepting her decision, simply smiled and nodded.
“Alright then.”
Once their walk ended, Belinda made her way back to the house, grabbed her bag, and headed out.
Upon arriving at the Dream Club, Belinda swung the doors to the private room open to find Johnson absorbed in a game of snooker by himself.
Noticing Belinda’s arrival, Johnson offered her a cue stick. “Care for a game?”
Belinda placed her bag aside, grasped the cue stick, and joined the game Johnson had already initiated.
With a decisive “bang,” one of the balls dropped into a pocket.
“Nice shot!” Johnson applauded with a smile.
Carefully eyeing her next move, Belinda leaned over for another attempt. Unfortunately, the shot this time missed its mark.
Johnson stepped forward, positioned himself by the table, and took aim.
He casually mentioned, “I had lunch with Lucas today.”
Belinda shot him a quick glance but kept her thoughts to herself, not saying anything.
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