His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 505:

Ryan moved closer and placed a gentle hand on Verena’s shoulder. Verena collapsed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. “Ryan, what should I do now? What am I supposed to do now that Lucas has abandoned me? Do you have any idea what Lucas just said? He told me that even if I hurt myself, it wouldn’t change anything! How could he be so cold to me?”

Ryan sighed heavily, a deep sadness in his expression. He hadn’t imagined things would end up like this.

“It’s all Belinda’s fault! She must have pulled some tricks! It has to be her!” Verena said through clenched teeth, her face contorted with anger. “She won’t get away with this! I’ll make her pay dearly!”

Ryan remained quiet, saying nothing.

After leaving the hospital and entering his car, Lucas immediately dialed Belinda’s number. The phone rang once before a recorded message informed him that the line was busy. Frowning, Lucas called again, but the result was the same. His grip on the phone tightened slightly. He was confused.

Just then, a sudden thought struck him.

Belinda must have blocked him!

Damn it!noveldrama

She must be livid—so angry that she blocked his number completely.

With a deep breath, Lucas dialed Gordon’s number.

“Mr. Clark?” Gordon’s voice echoed over the phone.

“Locate Belinda for me immediately,” Lucas commanded.

“Understood,” Gordon replied.

Hanging up, Lucas slumped in his seat, his mind spiraling.

An unsettling feeling grew inside him, like something crucial was slipping out of reach.

He despised this feeling.

Meanwhile, Belinda tossed and turned in her sleep, suddenly waking with a start from a nightmare.

She had dreamed of the man who had attacked her.

In the dream, she had been drugged and dragged into a shadowy alley, the man’s laughter echoing as he tried to remove her clothes…

Thankfully, it was only a dream.

Belinda wiped the cold sweat from her brow, trying to calm her racing heart.

Just as she began to relax, a sudden noise from outside the door caught her attention.

“Sir, you can’t enter here!”

A low, raspy voice responded, “Who are you?”

Belinda’s eyes flickered at the voice, her body tensing slightly.

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