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Chapter 470

Chapter 470:
It wasn’t long before Belinda entered the restaurant. She made her way to a window seat on the opposite side.
A man who had been seated at the table stood up as soon as he spotted Belinda. He greeted her with a polite handshake, and they both took their seats. It was clear the man was thoroughly pleased with Belinda, his smile never wavering.
To Lucas, the sight of that was utterly unpleasant. However, after a short conversation, something Belinda had said caused the man’s smile to suddenly falter.
The man, Morse Wagner, could hardly hide his frustration. He had come tonight with clear instructions from his father: he had to win Belinda over at any cost. But now, Belinda was telling him she had no interest in relationships.
How could this be happening? This left him with no choice but to resort to some tactics.
The thought softened Morse’s demeanor as he looked at Belinda with a gentle smile. “Ms. Wright, I sense some hesitation from you on this matter. It’s understandable, especially since you just got a divorce. It might feel too soon to consider finding a boyfriend. However, I’d encourage you not to dismiss the idea outright. Trying new things could unexpectedly enrich your life,” he said.
Belinda managed a polite smile in response. “Thank you, but I’m really not in the mood to explore new things right now.”
“Ms. Wright, I think…” Morse began again, hoping to sway her, but Belinda interjected firmly, “Mr. Wagner, perhaps we could focus on our meal instead?”
When Morse noticed Belinda’s firm desire to drop the topic, his face hardened once again. A sharp look flickered in his eyes. Subtly, he retrieved his phone from beneath the table and sent a quick update to his father about how his conversation with Belinda was unfolding.
Shortly after, his father’s response arrived. Morse read the text, his eyes narrowing briefly. After a pause, he put his phone away. For the remainder of their dinner, the subject was not brought up again.
Halfway through the meal, Belinda excused herself to visit the restroom. As soon as she was out of sight, Morse surveyed the surroundings quickly. Confirming that no one was watching, he discreetly removed a small sachet from his pocket. He swiftly emptied its contents into Belinda’s wine glass and stirred the liquid with a clean knife. The white powder merged into the wine without a trace.
After cleaning the knife with a napkin, Morse placed it back down and disposed of the now-empty sachet in the trash bin. He adjusted his attire, resumed his proper sitting posture, and exhaled calmly. He was confident that his maneuvers were flawless and that no one had noticed them.
Unbeknownst to him, Lucas had been watching his every move from a secluded corner of the restaurant. Lucas sat there, his eyes intently fixed on Morse, his features contorted into a grim and frightening scowl. His anger was palpable in that moment.
Without warning, Lucas shot up from his seat and moved toward Morse with rapid, purposeful strides. Morse froze in shock as he saw Lucas approach. He barely managed to open his mouth to say anything when Lucas’ fist connected with his face.
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