?<strong>Chapter 632:</strong>


    As she spoke, she took the phone still tightly gripped in Minna’s hand. Using Minna’s fingerprint, she unlocked it and began scanning through the contents. When she opened the messaging app, her brows arched slightly. A draft message appeared, unsent. The text read, “Come to the lounge; there’s a surprise waiting for you.” There was no contact name saved, leaving the recipient’s identity a mystery.


    Without a hint of hesitation, Belinda sent the message. She ced the phone back in Minna’s hand.


    Her voice calm, she instructed the nearby waiter, “Take her to the lounge. Close the door behind her and then hide somewhere close by.”


    The waiter gave a brisk nod before dragging Minna into the lounge.


    About five minutester, echoing footsteps reached Belinda and Lucas. They turned to see a man appear. The man was short and in-looking. He strode to the lounge and stepped inside. The moment he entered the room, the waiter locked the door from the outside with a key.


    Belinda tilted her head toward Lucas. “Do you know who that man is?”


    Lucas’ jaw tightened, his expression darkening. “Moshe Burke,” he said. His eyes burned with barely contained fury. Taking a steadying breath, he continued, “He’s the illegitimate son of the Burke family’s head. Word is, he is violent and takes pleasure in tormenting people.”


    Both of hisst wives died not long after marrying him.” Belinda’s lips curled into a cold smile. Minna had really outdone herself this time, finding her a “good” man. Minna could enjoy this man herself now…


    Belinda snapped back from her thoughts. Before she could say more, movement caught her eye. Mollie and Darren approached her with serious expressions.


    “Belinda, are you okay? What happened?” Mollie asked, her concern evident.


    Belinda blinked and smiled. “Mollie, I’m fine, really. I just stepped out for some air. When I heard the noise, I decided to see what was happening.”


    Mollie’s brows knitted together as she studied Belinda, but Belinda’s expression was unreadable. Besides, it didn’t seem like the earlier incident had anything to do with Belinda. Still uncertain, Mollie asked again, “You’re sure you’re okay? Don’t lie to me.”


    “I’m fine, Mollie. Don’t worry,” Belinda assured her with a smile.


    “Alright,” Mollie said. She gave a small nod, unable to detect anything amiss.


    As Mollie and Darren turned to leave, Belinda’s gaze met Johnson’s and Bethany’s. A subtle exchange passed between them, wordless but clear. Johnson and Bethany nodded in understanding and made their way toward the banquet hall.


    Soon, Belinda and Lucas were left alone. Belinda pressed her lips together, hesitating briefly before speaking. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, her voice sincere. The memory of the evening lingered in her mind.


    If Lucas hadn’t been there, she wasn’t sure if she could have dealt with the waiter on her own.


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