His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 802

Chapter 802:

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Once outside, Bethany finally stopped and pointed toward a car parked near the edge of the lot. Her voice was tight. “Look over there at that person.”

Belinda turned her gaze in the direction Bethany indicated, and her expression shifted in an instant.

Not far away, Belinda and Bethany saw a man carrying a woman in his arms.

When he reached a sleek black car, he carefully set the woman down, opened the passenger door, and helped her inside. His movements were gentle, and his face was tense with worry.

It was Leland and Hailee!

Bethany grabbed Belinda’s arm, her voice urgent. “They’re up to something—leave! We need to get in the car and follow them!”

Without hesitation, they jumped into Bethany’s car and followed Leland’s car from a safe distance. Bethany’s voice was laced with disgust as she said, “I came out of the restroom and saw Leland carrying Hailee out of another private room earlier. She was tearing at her clothes, saying she was feeling so hot. I’m telling you, Belinda, she has definitely been drugged! The real question is, where is Leland taking her?”

Belinda’s expression hardened, her voice cold. “Follow his car, and we’ll find out.”

Bethany gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles white as she exclaimed, “I can’t believe this guy! Catherine told me Leland promised he’d never see Hailee again. And now this? It hasn’t even been that long since the last incident! He’s unbelievable!”

Although Belinda was also angry, she saw this matter from another perspective. “Honestly, this might work in Catherine’s favor. Once she learns about this, she’ll finally give up on Leland for good.”

Bethany’s eyes lit up in realization. “You’re right! And if Catherine cuts ties with Leland, maybe—just maybe—Johnson will finally have a shot!”

The brief flash of optimism faded when they saw Leland’s car pull into the parking lot of a hotel. Both Belinda’s and Bethany’s expressions darkened.

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Those two were absolutely disgusting!

“Taking a drugged woman to a hotel? Why not a hospital? Is this Leland’s idea of treatment—a cold shower in a hotel room?” Bethany said.

After a pause, she noticed something and said to Belinda, “This is one of the Thomas family’s hotels.”

They parked the car and followed Leland inside.

They then watched as he approached the reception desk, collected a room key, and headed toward the elevators. Bethany marched straight to the receptionist. “What’s the room number of the couple who just checked in?”

The receptionist, startled, smiled nervously. “I’m sorry, but that’s private information.”

Belinda stepped forward, her tone firm and authoritative. “Call your lobby manager over.”

The receptionist hesitated but quickly picked up the phone.

A short moment later, a man in a crisp suit appeared, his demeanor professional. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Belinda.

“Miss Wright,” he greeted her respectfully. He already knew who she was.

Belinda wasted no time. “I need the room number of the couple who just checked in.”

The manager nodded immediately. “Of course, Miss Wright. One moment.” He turned to the receptionist, his tone curt. “Why haven’t you given her the information yet?”

The receptionist blinked, flustered, and quickly responded, “It’s Room 1431.”

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