"But Brother, you can’t just see Belinda walking out of his room and then assu there was sothing between them. On the contrary, I think you should be thanking Horion. If it weren’t for him stepping in, who knows, Belinda might have already been taken advantage of by Young Master Richard."
At this, Briana paused for a mont and didn’t continue speaking.
But Anthony’s brows furrowed even deeper.
"Young Master Richard? Where are you hearing all of this from?"
Briana froze, her face full of confusion. "Brother, hasn’t Belinda explained it to you? It was Young Master Richard who drugged her and took her to the hotel. And you know what? All of this was orchestrated by Audrey Jenkins!"
Anthony stared fixedly at his sister. Every word she said shocked him to his core.
Five years ago, what was the real truth?
She had explained it to him? When?
Noticing his expression, Briana also frowned.
Belinda said she explained it to him, but looking at her brother now, he clearly seed as though he didn’t know anything.
"Brother, you— you didn’t know that Belinda was drugged and taken to the hotel by Audrey Jenkins and Young Master Richard?"
Anthony raised his eyes and glanced at his sister. In that instant, a flash of pain crossed the depths of his dark gaze.
What had really happened here?
Five years ago, in a fit of anger, he had gone abroad, completely ignoring her explanations. But she said she had explained it to him; when had that happened?
.
The night was a bit chilly.
Belinda lay on the bed, her mind filled with Young Master Richard’s words.
She had never imagined Audrey Jenkins would plot against her like this. And she, foolishly, had always regarded Audrey as a good friend, a dear sister. It was utterly laughable.
Just at that mont, her cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the silence.
She turned her head and picked up her cell phone from the bedside table. When she saw the familiar na on the screen after such a long ti, her heart jolted abruptly as if sothing dormant had been awakened.
Five years. That na hadn’t appeared on her screen in all this ti, and she had never had the courage to call it.
She thought the number would have long been deactivated, yet she hadn’t expected to see it again.
After a prolonged silence, she moved her finger slightly and clicked on the text ssage.
The ssage was succinct, containing just a few words: I’m downstairs at your ho. Co down.
The familiar yet domineering tone, just like back then, brought a fleeting mont where Belinda felt as though she must be dreaming.
Because the familiar words, tone, and na could only belong to five years ago. It couldn’t possibly reappear today.
She smiled faintly and thought she must indeed be dreaming.
How could he possibly text her again? Five years ago, when he left, they had already beco strangers.
Quietly placing her cell phone back on the bedside table, Belinda pulled up the bedding, turned off the lamp at the head of the bed, and prepared to sleep.
Outside Howard Villa, Anthony sat in the car, gazing at the extinguished light in the room on the second floor. It felt as though his own heart had dimd along with it.
But staring in the direction of the second floor, he remained reluctant to leave.
The next morning.
Belinda freshened up, finished her breakfast, and headed to the company.
"Belinda!"
Just as she was carefully revising a planning proposal, the voice of her supervisor suddenly rang out beside her.
She looked up at the supervisor.
"Is the planning case finished?"
"It’s almost done."
"Once you’re done, deliver it to the top floor yourself."
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