?<strong>Chapter 458:</strong>


    Belinda is exceptional.


    The Thomas family is already arranging blind dates for her, so I thought, why not set her up with your son? Devin is a great guy.


    If you are on board, I’ll arrange for Devin and Belinda to meet each other.


    If you’re notfortable with the idea, we can just pretend that I never brought this up.”


    There was a long silence on Nigel’s end before he sighed and replied, “You really do like your former daughter-inw, don’t you? I’ve never heard of a person ying matchmaker for his ex-daughter-inw before.”


    “I just think this is a great opportunity,” Harold said, unbothered. “Belinda deserves the best. My son doesn’t deserve her.”


    Nigel hesitated for a moment before responding, “Let me think about this. I’ll get back to you soon.”


    “Alright.” Harold ended the call and set his phone down.


    No sooner had he done so than Lucas’ voice exploded in the car. “Dad, have you lost your mind? You’re trying to set Belinda up with someone? Why?”


    Harold turned to look at Lucas, his expression calm and resolute. “You and Belinda are already divorced. So why can’t I do that?” he said.


    “But this… It’s ridiculous! Belinda used to be your daughter-inw!” Lucas said through gritted teeth.


    “So what? Consider it a new life experience then, courtesy of your father,” Harold shot back without missing a beat.


    Lucas was momentarily speechless, his face darkening further.


    He took a long, measured breath and said nothing more, restarting the car.


    The rest of the drive was silent.


    Lucas’ simmering anger was almost tangible, his presence cold and oppressive.


    In the back seat, Harold watched Lucas with mild amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips.


    Now, Lucas felt angry? He was unable to ept this?


    This served him right!


    Where was all this anger when it actually mattered? Now, it was toote!


    When the car arrived at the rk family’s house, Lucas didn’t even get out of the car.


    The moment Harold stepped out, Lucas turned the vehicle around and sped off without a word.


    Watching the car disappear, Harold snorted.


    With his cane in hand, he made his way slowly into the house.


    At the Dream Club, in Lucas’ exclusive private room,


    Vincent nearly choked on his drink, sputtering as he tried to process what Lucas had just said.


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