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Chapter 964

Chapter 964:
Kylee barely contained the smirk that tugged at her lips.
Not a threat?
That was a joke. Belinda wasn’t just a threat; she was a ticking time bomb, one that could go off at any moment and shatter everything Kylee had worked for.
And the fact that Belinda had someone rape her was something Kylee could never forget.
Now, there was only one thing on her mind: bringing Belinda down—destroying her completely and ruining her reputation so thoroughly that she would never recover.
But she couldn’t let Lyle or Mitchell know the real reason behind her actions.
Now that Lyle had pressed her for an answer, she needed to come up with something.
Drawing in a deep breath, she met their eyes and declared, “Because I have feelings for Mr. Clark!”
Lyle and Mitchell froze. They exchanged a glance, their surprise evident.
But after the initial shock settled, their expressions shifted to understanding.
It made sense. Lucas was a man of extraordinary talent and power; it wasn’t surprising that Kylee would fall for him.
Lyle sighed heavily, his voice laced with exasperation. “If you like Lucas, then show him why you’re worthy of his attention. Prove your value instead of wasting time trying to bring Belinda down. Do you honestly think Lucas will fall for you if Belinda is out of the picture? What do you think will happen if Lucas finds out everything you’ve done to Belinda? Do you believe he’ll like you after learning about that?”
Kylee clenched her jaw, remaining silent.
But deep down, she knew he was right.
“What should I do, then?” she finally asked.
“Apologize to Belinda,” Mitchell said firmly. “No matter what’s happened between you two, an apology is the least you owe her.”
“Exactly,” Lyle agreed with a nod.
Kylee’s expression darkened instantly.
Lyle noticed the shift in her demeanor and said, “Kylee, you won’t make us regret believing in you, will you?”
Kylee’s heart tightened slightly. She understood what they meant.
After a long pause, she lowered her head, fists tightening at her sides before finally saying, “Fine. I’ll apologize to Belinda.”
At her words, Lyle’s and Mitchell’s tense expressions eased slightly. Once they finished their meal, they left the private dining room, ready to leave.
Just as they stepped into the hallway, the door to the opposite room swung open. Belinda and Lucas emerged, walking side by side. Lyle was the first to acknowledge them.
“Lucas, Belinda, what a coincidence.”
Belinda’s face remained unreadable, while Lucas merely cast a lazy glance at Lyle without offering a word.
Mitchell, clearing his throat, spoke up. “Belinda, I want to apologize for what happened before.”
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