?<strong>Chapter 379:</strong>


    The socialites around them held their breath.


    Tessa’s words had clearly made Mollie feel angry.


    Tessa smirked slightly at Mollie’s grim expression.


    She was satisfied that Mollie was in a bad mood now.


    After all, what did it matter if Mollie’s close friend was Mr. rk’s wife? A wife who was neither respected nor valued might as well not exist.


    Just as Tessa was preparing to escte her attack, Mollie spoke up. “Instead of meddling in other people’s lives, perhaps you should focus on your own. I heard your son was caught with two young prostitutes recently. How much did you have to pay to keep that under wraps?”


    Tessa’s smug expression faltered, her face freezing in shock.


    Before she could muster a response, Mollie continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And isn’t your daughter-inw due any day now? Yet, your son is out messing around with two women at once. How disgraceful! If I were your daughter-inw’s mother, I would be tempted to beat your son senseless. He is such a jerk!”


    Tessa’s face flushed with a mixture of fury and humiliation.


    Her lips trembled as she searched for a retort, but no words came.


    Mollie’s words had hit their mark, and everyone in the room knew that what she had said was true.


    The incident she had mentioned was already an open secret within their social circle.


    The socialites exchanged nervous nces, swallowing hard.


    Compared to Tessa’s earlier remarks, Mollie’s response was a knockout punch.


    Without waiting for a reply, Mollie turned and walked away, her head held high.


    Tessa stood frozen, her fury simmering as she clenched her jaw.


    Her teeth felt as if they might shatter under the strain.


    Meanwhile, across the room, Johnson approached Lucas.


    With Vincent momentarily away, it was just the two of them there.


    “Lucas,” Johnson said, his voice low and direct. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do about Belinda?”


    Lucas’ brow furrowed instantly.


    He turned to look at Johnson, his voice barely above a whisper. “What are you trying to say here?”


    Johnson grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and replied, “If you’re still set on divorcing Belinda, I might start preparing to confess my feelings to her. So… I’m here to ask what you think.”


    Lucas inhaled sharply and said, “Why don’t you ask Belinda?”


    Johnson’s expression remainedposed, his tone even. “I’ll ask you first; then I’ll ask Belinda. What’s the issue, Lucas? Are you hesitant to let her go now? Have you realized you might actually have feelings for her and now don’t want to get a divorce?”


    At this, Lucas tensed, his reaction sharp. “I don’t have feelings for her! And I definitely want the divorce!” he dered, his voice resolute.


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