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Chapter 911

Chapter 911:
Belinda exhaled sharply and set her phone down. Instead of rushing out, she finished her meal at a leisurely pace and then made her way to the lounge. After rinsing her mouth, she finally headed to the parking lot.
By the time she reached parking spot V783, twenty minutes had passed since the call.
Belinda yanked open the passenger door and slid into the car.
The man in the driver’s seat shot her a cold glare, his jaw tight with frustration. His teeth practically ground together as he spat, “Belinda, do you really think I wouldn’t dare go to your office?”
Belinda turned to face him, utterly unfazed.
“Mitchell, can’t you be patient for once?”
The man was Mitchell Hobbes, Kylee’s cousin and the hottest international superstar at the moment.
Mitchell doted on Kylee more than Lyle, and in the past, Belinda had always been terrified of him.
Because Mitchell had always enjoyed bullying her, and his ways of doing so had been endless.
While she had been afraid of him, she had also found him incredibly irritating.
Belinda exhaled, leveling him with a steady gaze.
“What do you want?” Not that she really needed to ask; deep down, she already knew why he wanted to see her. This was about Kylee.
L𝑎tеst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝓷ovє𝓁s.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Mitchell’s expression twisted with disdain.
“Belinda! After all these years, you still haven’t changed. Always trying to compete with Kylee, always scheming against her!”
This time, you’ve even gotten her fired!” Belinda blinked, looking as though she had just heard the biggest joke ever.
“I got Kylee fired?”
This was just like Kylee—shifting the blame onto others while playing the innocent victim.
This wasn’t the first time, so it didn’t surprise her.
Mitchell’s jaw tightened.
“Belinda, I order you to go and apologize to Kylee right now.”
Belinda met his glare with an icy stare of her own.
“I don’t waste my time on people who can’t tell right from wrong.”
She tilted her head slightly, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips.
“And as for apologizing… You can keep dreaming.”
Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his frustration palpable.
“Belinda, have you forgotten what I’m capable of?”
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