Chapter 1343:
Later that evening, Lucas returned to the bedroom. Belinda had already finished her shower and was curled up on the bed, a book resting in her hands.
“You’re back,” Belinda said casually, glancing up at him before returning to her reading.
Without a word, Lucas crossed the room, sat beside her, and gently pulled her into his arms, resting his head on her shoulder.
Belinda tilted her head toward him, lightly stroking his cheek with a tender smile. “What’s wrong?”
“I just want to hold you,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and husky.
Belinda’s smile deepened, but then, she thought of something. “By the way, is Faye staying in Owathe?”
Lucas nodded. “Yes. Her mother wants her to gain some real-world experience before returning to Soling. She’ll work at Triumph Consortium for a year or two before heading back.”
Belinda raised an eyebrow. “Why not let her join the Sandoval Group straight away?”
Considering that Faye’s father was the head of the Sandoval family—second only to the Hoffmans in Soling—it seemed like the obvious path.
Lucas explained, “Georgie believes that if Faye starts directly at Sandoval Group, she won’t get any real experience. She wants Faye to face real pressure first in Triumph Consortium.”
“I see,” Belinda nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more.
Lucas, who had always had a great relationship with Georgie, naturally spoiled her daughter, Faye.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Lucas said, “Speaking of which—Faye starts at the company tomorrow. She asked me to pick her up in the morning and give her an overview of how things work.”
Hearing this, Belinda felt that familiar pang of discomfort rise in her chest again.
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Even Belinda couldn’t quite understand her own emotions.
Faye was Lucas’ niece by blood, and it was only natural for him to treat her with care. Belinda believed there was no logical reason for her to feel upset about it.
“Alright,” Belinda gave a small nod and fell silent.
The following morning.
After breakfast, Belinda and Lucas went to work, each driving off in their own cars.
When Lucas reached his office, he had barely sat down when Gordon entered.
“Mr. Clark, I’ve got fresh information on Timothy to share,” Gordon said.
“Really?” Lucas glanced up at Gordon, his curiosity piqued with a slight raise of his brow.
Gordon proceeded to lay out every piece of intel he had gathered about Timothy.
As the report concluded, Lucas’ face grew noticeably darker.
In the CEO’s office at the Hoffman Group, Johnson was immersed in his work when the landline phone suddenly rang.
He answered it quickly.
