?<strong>Chapter 914:</strong>


    Belinda inhaled deeply, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. Was this really Mitchell’s way of targeting her?


    Was he hoping to manipte the public outrage to force her to apologize to Kylee?


    A cold smile tugged at Belinda’s lips.


    “Let them say whatever they want. Their words hold no power over me.”


    “Mitchell is insufferable!” Bethany fumed, her voice sharp with frustration.


    After a few more minutes of venting, the two friends ended the call.


    After work, once Belinda’s shift had ended, she changed out of her scrubs and made her way toward the elevator, the weight of the day finally starting to lift. Just as she was about to enter the elevator, her phone rang.


    When Belinda saw the caller ID sh across the screen, her eyes flickered slightly with surprise. She quickly answered the call.


    “Hello…”


    “Belinda, what’s going on with Mitchell?” Lucas’ voice came through the phone.


    “It’s because of Kylee. He thinks I was responsible for getting her fired, so he showed up today to confront me about it,” Belinda exined as she stepped into the elevator.


    “I’ll take care of the matter for you,” Lucas said without a second thought.


    “There’s no need for that,” Belinda replied, brushing off his concern.


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    “Don’t waste your time on him.”


    As the elevator doors slid open, she stepped out and made her way toward her car.


    Lucas remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.


    “Alright.”


    Reaching her car, Belinda unlocked it.


    “I’m hanging up now. I need to drive.”


    Just as she was about to end the call, a sharp voice rang out behind her.


    “Belinda!”


    Belinda instinctively turned at the sound of her name.


    And then—something wet and cold struck her forehead—an egg.


    She flinched at the impact, slightly disoriented. Egg yolk dripped down her face as an angry voice followed.


    “Bitch!”


    Lucas’ voice turned anxious through the phone.


    “Belinda, what happened?”


    “I’ll hang up now,” Belinda said quickly, ending the call without giving further exnation. She then wiped the sticky mess off her forehead and shot a cold re at the furious woman standing in front of her.


    “Who the hell are you?”


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