?<strong>Chapter 460:</strong>


    Lucas’ eyes narrowed, a dark, menacing gleam shing in his gaze. “At my father’s birthday banquet.


    That night, Johnson personally told me he was nning to confess his feelings to Belinda.


    Later, I heard it myself—Belinda said yes to him.”


    He spat thest sentence out through gritted teeth.


    Vincent immediately dismissed the idea. “That’s impossible! You and Belinda were still married at the time.


    Besides, anyone with half a brain could tell Belinda was in love with you! So why on earth would she have epted Johnson’s confession of love? And if Belinda is really together with Johnson, then why is she going on blind dates now? There has to be some kind of misunderstanding here,” he said, his face set in a serious expression as he tried to make sense of the situation.


    Lucas let out a coldugh, his eyes piercing. “Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding could there even be? I heard Belinda’s response with my own ears, loud and clear!”


    Vincent opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately, he said nothing.


    This was something he would have to verify with Johnson directly.


    He decided to drop the topic, quickly shifting the conversation in a different direction.


    After a while, having had their fill of drinks, Vincent and Lucas left the private room and made their way down to the parking lot.


    As they walked toward their cars, Vincent’s eyes suddenly locked onto a very familiar vehicle.


    “Hold on a second. Isn’t that Johnson’s car? He—” Before Vincent could finish his thought, he suddenly stopped talking.


    At Vincent’s words, Lucas followed his gaze.


    But when he saw what was happening inside Johnson’s car, his expression shifted in an instant.


    Johnson softly kissed the woman beside him in the passenger seat on the cheek.


    The woman’s eyes were firmly shut, looking like she was drunk.


    This woman was none other than Johnson’s sister—or, to be precise, his adopted sister, Catherine Bates.


    When Lucas caught sight of this, his expression turned cold immediately, and the temperature around him seemed to plummet.


    Even Vincent, standing next to him, couldn’t help but shiver.


    Lucas fixed a sharp, cold stare on Johnson in the car.


    Vincent, noticing the intensity of Lucas’ gaze, braced himself, sensing that Lucas mightsh out and hit Johnson now.


    Perhaps the piercing quality of Lucas’ stare was too much because Johnson, still inside the car, suddenly turned to look in the direction of Lucas.


    When Johnson noticed Lucas and Vincent standing not too far from the car, he briefly froze, clearly understanding that they had seen everything.


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