?<strong>Chapter 307:</strong>


    “Sorry, I need to go now!” Belinda swiftly ended the call and set her phone aside.


    Facing Minna, Belinda calmly asked, “Ms. Williamson, you do recognize the man from the call, don’t you?”


    Minna’splexion turned a deep shade of red, and she found herself speechless.


    Macie also appeared taken aback.


    “Who was that on the call? He seemed very familiar!” a guest murmured.


    “That man is Steven Rayne, rema’s globally recognized art director! Who would’ve guessed that Belinda has connections with him? Their interaction suggests they are actually quite close!”


    “Then, does that imply Minna’s ne is a counterfeit?”


    “Is there any other possibility? Steven, the art expert from rema, identified it as a knockoff instantly. Do you really think he would lie about that?”


    “Steven revealed that he gifted the real ne to Belinda, which means Belinda possesses the genuine one now! So, why would she bother taking Minna’s fake one? Reflecting on it, it’s almost amusing how certain Minna was that Belinda had taken her ne!”


    “Indeed! It’s quite a mistake to unt such a counterfeit… How embarrassing!”


    Hearing the murmurs of the guests, Minna found herself wishing she could vanish into thin air.


    She had not expected that Belinda was actually a close friend of Steven, rema’s global art director.


    Now, instead of sessfully tarnishing Belinda’s reputation, Minna found herself embarrassed, with Belinda garnering admiration and acim.


    Fuming over the turn of events, Minna gritted her teeth.


    With a knowing smirk, Belinda shifted her attention away and, struck by a sudden thought, turned to Lucas.


    Her gaze locked with Lucas’.


    For a fleeting moment, they shared a look brimming withplicated feelings.


    Lucas hadn’t expected Belinda to have such a close rtionship with Steven…


    What more was Belinda hiding from him?


    After a tense five seconds, Belinda broke away from the gaze, approached the male officer, and returned the ne to him. The officer epted the ne and departed with his colleague, taking Macie with them.


    Minna’splexion whitened as she made to exit.


    “Stop!” Lucas’manding voice echoed suddenly. His deep, authoritative tone halted Minna in her tracks.


    “Miss Williamson, do you really think you can simply walk away after ndering someone like that?” Lucas said.


    Then, he turned toward a middle-aged man in the crowd, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. “Mr. Williamson, your daughter doesn’t seem to know her manners.”


    Hearing this, Rhys had no choice but to step forward. With an uneasy smile, he replied, “That’s not the case, Mr. rk. There just seems to be a misunderstanding.”


    He then turned to Minna and said, “Minna, you owe Ms. Wright an apology.”


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