?<strong>Chapter 354:</strong>


    “That’s enough for now,” Baker said curtly before ending the call.


    After the call had ended, Holley’s eyes narrowed, her face clouded with a fleeting, cryptic emotion. Her hand, poised on the coffee table, tightened into a fist before she rxed it again, her face gradually slipping back intoposure.


    The following day.


    Harold had called Belinda the night before, informing her they would be staying overnight at the vi on the outskirts today. At the crack of dawn, Belinda had already packed her bags and awaited Harold and the others to pick her up.


    As Belinda was about to leave the room, her phone rang unexpectedly. When she saw Addie’s name on the screen, a brief flicker crossed her face before she picked up the phone.


    “Do you have the blood test results?” Belinda asked immediately.


    “Yes,” Addie replied. After a short hesitation, she added, “There’s no sign of any drugs in your blood.”


    Belinda’s brows knitted in surprise. “Really?”


    Addie confirmed with a nod, saying, “Yeah, I tested it several times, and the results were clear—no drug traces. So, either the drugs left your system quickly, or there weren’t any to begin with.”


    Belinda pressed her lips together, uncertainty shing in her gaze. Was it possible she had been overthinking the matter? Could it truly be nothing more than her inability to hold her alcohol that night?


    “Star,” Addie said gently, “really think about it. Did you notice anything unusual with your body that night?”


    Belinda pondered briefly before replying, “No, nothing stood out except how drunk I felt.”


    “Is it possible no one drugged you at all? Maybe you were just off that day and got drunk more quickly than usual,” Addie said.


    “Perhaps,” Belinda murmured, her tone contemtive. Despite the lingering sense that something was amiss, the clean blood test results only deepened her confusion. Unable to unravel the mystery, Belinda chose to set the matter aside for the moment. Ending the call, she made her way downstairs.


    A sleek, opulent limousine from the rk family pulled up outside. As Belinda climbed into the car, the vehicle purred to life, setting off toward their destination. While the car cruised down the road, Harold turned to Belinda and asked, “Belinda, how’s Mollie doing?”


    Belinda knew that Harold was asking if Mollie had been hurt during the so-called robbery. She shook her head. “No, she wasn’t hurt. The robber didn’t even touch her.”


    “That’s good to hear,” Harold said with a relieved sigh. “Kylee has gone too far this time. To think she would resort to this! She has tarnished Car’s good reputation!” Harold had never liked Kylee. He had always felt there was something off about her. Time had proven him right.


    “The Thomas family has really been kind to you,” Norma said.


    “Yes, I’m quite fortunate to have their care and affection,” Belinda responded, nodding.


    Lucas, throughout the entire conversation, remained silent, his gaze asionally shifting to Belinda. It seemed he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Harold noticed this and smirked inwardly, his mood lifting considerably.


    They all took a short break after arriving at the house. Then, Belinda went to prepare lunch for everyone. Harold had said in the car that it had been a while since he had tasted Belinda’s cooking, so Belinda had promised to cook lunch today. She kept it simple with just a few home-cooked dishes.


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