?<strong>Chapter 461:</strong>


    For a moment, he felt rather awkward.


    His eyes darted nervously.


    After a brief pause, he opened the car door and stepped out, awkwardly clearing his throat as he moved toward Lucas and Vincent.


    Just as Johnson was about to say something, Lucas quickly bridged the gap, raised his fist, and swung at Johnson.


    The sound of the punch echoed loudly in the parking lot.


    The blownded directly on Johnson’s left cheek, catching him off guard.


    His head jerked to the side, and he stumbled from the impact.


    Vincent was taken aback by this.


    “Johnson! What were you thinking just now? Are you ying some kind of game with me and Belinda?” Lucas’ face was contorted with rage, the veins on his forehead visibly pulsating.


    Regaining his bnce, Johnson touched his left cheek gently.


    With a soft hiss of pain, he realized that there was blood at the corner of his lip now.


    Vincent stepped closer, his voice filled with confusion.


    “Johnson, you imed to have feelings for Belinda, right? Then in the car just now, why did you…”


    Johnson looked at Vincent and Lucas, took a deep breath, and responded, “Just a moment, I need to make a quick phone call.”


    He quickly fetched his phone, dialed his sister, Eliana Hoffman, and requested she and the family drivere here to fetch Catherine.


    After ending the call, he turned to Lucas and Vincent, saying, “Head back to the private room and wait for me. I will be there shortly.”


    Vincent paused to think and agreed, realizing this was not the appropriate ce to talk.


    Lucas, still fuming, gave a brief nod and then strode off towards the elevator.


    Vincent caught up with him swiftly.


    As they departed, Johnson cleaned the blood from his mouth with his thumb.


    At that moment, he deeply regretted telling the lie about having feelings for Belinda.


    Because of the lie, he had been punched by Lucas twice, though he silently admitted to himself that he had deserved the punches.


    Forty minutester, Johnson made his way into the private room.


    Vincent immediately asked, “Is Catherine back home safely?”


    “Yeah.” Johnson nodded affirmatively and took a seat on the sofa.


    “Use this for the swelling,” Vincent said, passing an ice pack wrapped in a towel to Johnson.


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