Chapter 32:

Belinda’s eyes flickered slightly, and she responded, “How about I order him some quality takeout instead?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harold’s voice, filled with resignation, came through. “That won’t work, Belinda. He’s too picky. He won’t touch takeout. Don’t worry. If you’re too busy to do that, I’ll handle it myself.”

Belinda was momentarily speechless. Harold had really left her with no other option.

“Alright, I’ll take care of it. You should rest, Harold. Your health always comes first,” Belinda said.

She yielded, recognizing that Harold’s intentions weren’t just about the meal, but about mending bridges between Lucas and her.

Harold, on the other end of the line, couldn’t hide his delight. “Thank you, Belinda. Just make sure he eats. He tends to neglect his meals when he’s on his own.”

“Got it,” Belinda replied.

she was heading out and left

nearby. Belinda picked up some dishes

Triumph Consortium, she bypassed the main elevators and headed straight for the CEO’s private elevator. She

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couple of beeps, the elevator doors

fingerprint still worked. She had thought Lucas would have

registration here many years ago. Back then, she had personally prepared and delivered all of Lucas’ lunch. However, after only two such deliveries, Lucas had explicitly told her not to

had begun using gourmet takeout containers, discreetly leaving them

meals to Lucas without revealing that she had made them herself. Reflecting on her past actions, Belinda couldn’t help but laugh

stirred a flurry of whispers and conjectures among the staff in the Triumph

that woman

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