Chapter 182 Belinda Has a Problem

• Belinda had planned to retreat to advance, to play the pitiful card and sway Old Mr. Quille. Instead, she shot herself in the foot.
• She wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor. She ducked her head fast, voice shrinking, whole body shaking.
• Charlotte watched her with a strange look—serves her right—and couldn’t help a quick, amused snort. Back then, she’d been pushed around by a fool like this with no way to fight back.