?<strong>Chapter 456:</strong>


    At that moment, Lucas exuded a cold and oppressive aura.


    His voice cut through the air, cold and piercing, like shards of ice scraping against Belinda’s skin.


    “Yeah,” Belinda responded calmly, her smile slight as she locked eyes with him. “It would be proper for you to invite your former wife to your wedding to offer good wishes, Mr. rk.”


    Her voice remained steady, though internally, she felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing at her heart.


    Lucas’ piercing gaze bore into Belinda as if trying to prate her soul.


    After a tense pause, he smirked coldly and nodded. “Very well! You are such a nice person! Rest assured, we will personally deliver the invitation to you when the timees!”


    Belinda’s breath caught slightly.


    She quicklyposed herself, lifted her head high, and said, “I’ll be expecting it.”


    With that, she pushed Lucas aside and departed without a backward nce.


    Lucas watched her leave, his expression darkening with fury, veins bulging on his forehead.


    By the time both Lucas and Belinda rejoined Harold in the private room, both had smoothed over their expressions.


    Still, Harold sensed an underlying tension between them.


    After the meal, the group went to the parking lot.


    As Harold settled into his car, Belinda bid him farewell.


    Harold nodded and said, “Alright, Belinda.”


    “Drive safely.


    Send me a message when you’re home, okay?”


    “I will.


    Goodbye, Harold.”


    Belinda nodded, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.


    The entire time, she didn’t spare Lucas a single nce, treating him as if he were invisible.


    Lucas’ brow furrowed involuntarily.


    He turned to look at Harold, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.


    He had half-expected Harold to ask him to drive Belinda home, which would have been typical for Harold, yet to his surprise, Harold hadn’t done that…


    After a moment’s pause, Lucas climbed into the car, started the engine, and sped away.


    On the way back home, Harold retrieved his phone and made a call.


    “Hello? Harold, what’s up?” The voice on the other end belonged to one of Harold’s longtime friends.


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