?<strong>Chapter 629:</strong>
“Okay.” Macie went over to support Minna, who was now dressed.
They left, taking the waiter with them.
Soon Moshe’s family took him away.
The guests returned to the banquet hall, still reeling from the fiasco they had just witnessed.
Johnson joined Bethany and stood in front of Belinda and Lucas. “What exactly happened?” he asked, his voice low, his eyebrows furrowed.
His instincts told him that Belinda and Lucas were behind it.
Sure enough, Belinda and Lucas exchanged a knowing look.
Forty minutes earlier.
Belinda had followed the waiter to the lounge…
Standing at the entrance to the lounge, the waiter said to Belinda, “Mrs Wright, please go in.
Mrs Yates is already inside.” With that, he took a step back to stand just behind her.
Belinda didn’t suspect anything, assuming that Bethany was in an awkward or ufortable situation.
She figured the waiter was just trying to avoid intruding.
But the moment she opened the door, she became wary.
The room was pitch ck and an unfamiliar chemical odour emanated from inside.
Belinda’s keen senses red.
Something wasn’t right.
At that moment she felt a presence creeping up behind her.
Her instincts kicked in.
In one fluid motion, she darted to the side.
The waiter’s palm mmed against the door, flinging it wide open with startling force.
Belinda’s expression hardened as the sound echoed.
The sheer force of the blow left no doubt; this waiter was trained inbat.
Whoever had set this trap clearly knew what she was capable of and had taken precautions.
The waiter had not anticipated Belinda’s quick reflexes.
His attack had missed.
Had Belinda hesitated for a second, she would have been pushed into the lounge, trapped with no way out. “Who sent you?” Belinda demanded, her tone sharp and unflinching.
“That’s none of your business, Ms Wright,” the waiter replied coldly, stepping closer with purpose.
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