?<strong>Chapter 655:</strong>


    The moment Belinda spotted Lucas and hispanions, she paused.


    Her sharp eyesnded on Verena, standing close to Lucas, and a cold smirk crept onto her face.


    The memory ofst night reyed vividly in her mind, igniting a simmering annoyance.


    Lucas noticed Belinda’s gaze on Verena and suddenly seemed to realize something. For a brief moment, his heart was gripped by unease.


    He quickly approached Belinda, saying, “Belinda, tonight was supposed to be just Vincent and me. Verena and Ryan overheard we were also at the Dream Club and joined us. That’s all.”


    Seeing how eager Lucas was to exin everything to Belinda, Verena felt a surge of anger and jealousy.


    Belinda scoffed, her expression dripping with disdain. “That’s your business, Mr. rk. It has nothing to do with me.”


    With that, she turned to leave, her steps decisive.


    Lucas moved to follow her, but before he could, Verena darted forward. She grabbed Belinda’s wrist, her voice almost pleading. “Ms. Wright, please, let me exin…”


    “You’ve got it all wrong about Lucas and me. There’s absolutely nothing going on between us. Today wasn’t some nned meetup; we just bumped into each other by chance. I’ve already told Lucas how I feel. I’ve decided to let him go. From now on, Lucas and I are just friends, I swear!” Verena spoke with an earnest expression, trying to exin herself to Belinda.


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    Belinda’s response was a cold, mockingugh.


    Verena would let Lucas go?


    She just wanted to be friends with him?


    Who did she think she was fooling?


    Only an idiot would believe her.


    Belinda’s gaze settled on Verena, her expression icy and indifferent. “I’m not interested in your theatrics. Let go of me.”


    But instead of releasing Belinda, Verena tightened her grip on her wrist. “Ms. Wright, I’m telling the truth! Please believe me. There’s really nothing between Lucas and I! He genuinely cares about you. If you misunderstand him now, it’ll break his heart, and I’ll feel so guilty!”


    Her voice quivered with desperation, her grip firm.


    Belinda’s patience wore thinner by the second. Already in a foul mood, she found Verena’s pleading insincere. Her tone grew harsher. “Are you finished? Didn’t you hear me? I said, let go!”


    Belinda tried to pull her wrist free, but Verena clung on stubbornly.


    “Belinda, please! I know you’re upset, but Lucas and I really—”


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