?<strong>Chapter 192:</strong>


    “You poured a bowl of soup on my mother, Madonna,” she said coolly. “Now, I’ve poured a cup of coffee on you. This all seems fair to me. We are even now.”


    Her voice was soft yet sharp, each word delivered with unnervingposure.


    “You…” Madonna was rendered speechless. Her eyes burned with rage as she raised her hand, intent on pping Belinda.


    But before she couldnd the p, Belinda caught her wrist effortlessly.


    Madonna’s face twisted with further anger, her teeth clenched as she hissed, “Let go! Belinda, let go of me right now!”


    Belinda’s grip tightened briefly before she released Madonna’s hand with a forceful shove. The momentum sent Madonna stumbling backward, copsing onto the sofa in an ungraceful heap.


    “How dare you do this to me!” Madonna shouted, ring up at Belinda, her chest heaving with indignation.


    Belinda returned to her seat with an air of nonchnce, recliningzily. She locked eyes with Madonna, her expression icy and indifferent.


    “Madonna,” she began, her voice as measured as ever, “you should be grateful the bowl of soup you dumped on my mother wasn’t scalding hot. If it had been…”


    Her gaze sharpened, her tone cold. “If that had been the case, what I poured on you today wouldn’t have been just a cup of warm coffee.”


    Madonna’s re didn’t waver, though her fingers trembled with rage as she reached for a napkin. She dabbed at the sticky streaks on her face, her breathsing fast and shallow.


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    Taking several deep breaths, sheposed herself, the tremor in her hands stilling. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a mocking edge. “Well, well… Look at you now. The Thomas family has your back, and suddenly, you think you’re untouchable.”


    Belinda smirked faintly, leaning forward. “If you’re aware of the Thomas family’s support for me, then here’s some advice—don’t mess with me.”


    Madonna let out a loud chuckle. Her gaze then turned steely,ced with derision. “You think the Thomas family actually values you, Belinda? But I don’t think that’s the truth. If they cared even the slightest about you, why would they refuse to cooperate with Albin, knowing full well that Albin is your rtive? They do not care about you at all. That’s why they didn’t bother giving us any preferential treatment, not even for your sake.”


    Belinda’s face remained calm, her poise unshaken. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Do you want to know why they refused Albin?”


    Madonna’s mocking smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She said nothing, her silence stretching into an uneasy pause.


    Belinda spoke up, her voice soft yet cutting. “When Albin went to thepany to meet Santino, Santino told me about his visit immediately. He even asked if I wanted to let you have the project. I said no.” Her gaze didn’t waver, each word striking with force. “So, Santino refused Albin outright.”


    Madonna’s eyes widened, blood draining from her face.


    Madonna stared at Belinda in disbelief, her jaw ck. “No, that’s impossible!” she finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.


    How could this be? Belinda must have been lying! Santino would never listen to Belinda!


    Belinda, however, was unmoved by Madonna’s shock. Her gaze was icy, her voice sharp.


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