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Chapter 945

Chapter 945:
With a slight nod, Belinda stepped into the room.
As she entered, she immediately frowned.
An unpleasant odor permeated the room.
Then, the sound of chains rattling broke the silence.
“Belinda! What the hell are you doing here?” The voice was dry and raspy, laden with anger and bitterness. Belinda turned toward the source of the voice…
When Belinda saw Minna, her pupils constricted—she hardly recognized her. Minna’s face was so altered that it was difficult to discern her original features. Yet, upon closer inspection, Belinda could still identify her.
She had anticipated Minna’s life with the Burke family would be harsh. Observing Minna’s bruised and battered appearance, Belinda raised an eyebrow.
“I’m here to have a chat with you.”
Minna scoffed coldly, her eyes filled with disdain as she gritted her teeth.
“After everything you’ve done to ruin me, what is there left to discuss?”
Belinda sat on the sofa, glanced at her, and inquired, “Aren’t you curious about how your father and the Williamson family are faring?”
“What happens to him is none of my concern!” Minna responded instantly.
This response surprised Belinda. She scrutinized Minna’s expression, noting her complete indifference—it seemed she genuinely didn’t care.
Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ
“Your family is on the brink of collapse, and you feel nothing?” Belinda asked.
Minna sneered.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Belinda blinked. She hadn’t expected such detachment from Minna towards her family and her father…
Suddenly, Minna spoke again.
“I know why you’re here today.” Her gaze fixed on Belinda, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You want to leverage my family’s downfall to coerce me into exposing who has been supporting me.”
Minna’s eyes turned icy as she scoffed.
“Keep dreaming.”
Belinda frowned slightly, secretly clenching her teeth in frustration.
Minna’s glare was intense, filled with deep-seated resentment.
“Belinda, just give up! I’d rather die than betray my ally!”
At that moment, Minna wished nothing more than for Belinda to die. If not for her deep-seated hatred for Belinda, she wouldn’t have been able to endure her suffering for this long.
She could not die—not until she witnessed Belinda’s downfall.
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