?<strong>Chapter 947:</strong>
“My phone’s ringing! I have to go!” she eximed cheerfully before ending the call with Lucas.
Lucas frowned slightly, curious about who could make Belinda so ted.
Belinda eagerly answered the iing call.
“Hello! When are you and my mentor returning?”
Her voice was tinged with affection.
A middle-aged woman replied gently, “Just letting you know, your mentor and I have already booked our flights. We’ll be arriving in Owathe tomorrow night around eight.”
“Really? That’s wonderful! I’ll be at the airport to pick you up,” Belinda responded with joy.
“Okay.”
After speaking for over ten minutes, Belinda reluctantly ended the call. She didn’t make any other stops and drove straight home.
The next day.
Belinda had nned a restful morning without setting an rm, intending to sleep in. However, her sleep was interrupted by an unexpected phone call.
Groggily, Belinda opened her eyes, reached for her phone on the bedside table, and answered the call without checking the caller ID.
“Hello…”
Her voice was sluggish and slightly nasal, tinged with impatience.
“Belinda, something happened to Minna,” Lucas’ low voice echoed from the phone.
Startled from her drowsiness, Belinda sat up quickly.
“What happened?”
“Minna is dead,” Lucas replied.
“What?” Belinda’s eyes widened in shock.
Lucas kept the details sparse, simply stating, “Get ready. I’ming to your ce to pick you up.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Belinda quickly got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and hurried into the bathroom to freshen up.
Minna was dead? What could have happened?
Half an hourter, Belinda climbed into Lucas’ car.
“What happened? How did Minna die? Did Moshe kill her?” Belinda asked.
“It wasn’t him. He wouldn’t dare,” Lucas answered, shaking his head.
“It’s someone you might not expect.”
“Someone unexpected?” Belinda murmured, her brow furrowing.
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