Chapter 32

Chapter 32:
Belinda’s eyes flickered slightly, and she responded, “How about I order him some quality takeout instead?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harold’s voice, filled with resignation, came through. “That won’t work, Belinda. He’s too picky. He won’t touch takeout. Don’t worry. If you’re too busy to do that, I’ll handle it myself.”
Belinda was momentarily speechless. Harold had really left her with no other option.
“Alright, I’ll take care of it. You should rest, Harold. Your health always comes first,” Belinda said.
She yielded, recognizing that Harold’s intentions weren’t just about the meal, but about mending bridges between Lucas and her.
Harold, on the other end of the line, couldn’t hide his delight. “Thank you, Belinda. Just make sure he eats. He tends to neglect his meals when he’s on his own.”
“Got it,” Belinda replied.
After the call, Belinda informed Holley she was heading out and left Vera Villas.
Conveniently, there was a five-star restaurant nearby. Belinda picked up some dishes there before making her way to the Triumph Consortium.
Once at the Triumph Consortium, she bypassed the main elevators and headed straight for the CEO’s private elevator. She then pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner.
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After a couple of beeps, the elevator doors opened.
Belinda’s eyes momentarily flickered as she entered the elevator. She was surprised her fingerprint still worked. She had thought Lucas would have revoked her access by now.
Harold had arranged for her fingerprint registration here many years ago. Back then, she had personally prepared and delivered all of Lucas’ lunch. However, after only two such deliveries, Lucas had explicitly told her not to do it again.
With no alternatives, she had kept up with preparing his meals but had begun using gourmet takeout containers, discreetly leaving them at the secretary’s desk.
She had instructed the secretaries to deliver the meals to Lucas without revealing that she had made them herself. Reflecting on her past actions, Belinda couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
Unbeknownst to Belinda, her use of the CEO’s private elevator stirred a flurry of whispers and conjectures among the staff in the Triumph Consortium’s lobby.
“What’s happening? Who was that woman using the CEO’s elevator just now?”
“Is that the CEO’s wife, perhaps?”
“No way, that can’t be right. The executive secretary’s office described the CEO’s wife as rather plain and plump. But that woman just now was strikingly attractive and well-proportioned. There’s no way she is the CEO’s wife.”
Unaware of the murmurs in the lobby, Belinda made her way directly to Lucas’ office after leaving the elevator. Upon her arrival, the secretary, momentarily taken aback by Belinda’s presence, hesitated before asking, “Miss, may I help you?”
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