?<strong>Chapter 631:</strong>


    Belinda stepped forward and asked in a chilly voice, “Was this lounge tampered with somehow?”


    The waiter nodded. “Yes. Aphrodisiac incense was lit inside beforehand.”


    Lucas’ handsome face immediately darkened when he heard that, and his grip on the waiter’s neck tightened. The waiter winced, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe properly. He looked like he might suffocate and die right there and then.


    Belinda quickly intervened. “Lucas, let him go. I need him to do something for me.”


    Lucas’ expression remained grim, but he obliged and released the waiter. The waiter dissolved into a coughing fit before taking several deep breaths and gathering himself.


    Belinda watched him with narrowed eyes for a moment, her mind racing. “Can you contact the person behind this?” she finally asked.


    The waiter nodded eagerly. “Yes. They told me to message them as soon as you were locked inside the lounge.”


    Belinda paused to consider her options. “I want you to send them a message right now. Tell them there’s been a situation, and you’re not sure how to handle it. Ask them toe over and deal with it.”


    The waiterplied without hesitation and quickly sent the message.


    “Wait here,” Belinda instructed before turning to Lucas. “Let’s find a ce to hide.”


    “Alright,” Lucas replied.


    After securing the perfect hiding spot, Lucas asked Belinda, “Are you sure this n will work? Do you think they’ll reallye?”


    “I don’t know.” Belinda shook her head. “We can only try.”


    Truth be told, she wasn’t confident that this would work at all. But about five minutester, they heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Both Belinda and Lucas held their breaths and waited for the person to appear.


    Soon enough, a woman in a yellow evening gown hurried over. She looked at the waiter with a frown. “What happened? Where is Belinda?”


    No sooner had she finished speaking than she felt a sudden, sharp pain at her neck. Everything went ck, and she fell backward.


    Belinda caught her without much effort. She had knocked the woman out with a single, precise strike, but it wasn’t a severe blow. The woman would wake up in a few minutes or so.


    Belinda gazed down at the woman’s face and let out a cold chuckle. So it was her… Minna!


    Darwin was right, after all—this woman was really out to get her.


    Lucas nced over and also recognized Minna. His frown deepened as he asked Belinda, “What should we do now?”


    Belinda let out a sharpugh, her tone icy. “Let’s use her own tricks against her!” she said without missing a beat.


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