Chapter 292 Belinda’s Game Plan

• Belinda was burning with humiliation and rage. In her mind, that old man’s bias stretched clear across the Pacific. Why was he still speaking up for that bitch at a time like this?
• Tears shimmered on her lotus-petal face at once. She sobbed, “Old Mr. Quille, I’ve slaved for the Quille residence all these years. How could you think that of me?”
• Old Mr. Quille had run the vast Quille residence for decades. He wasn’t dumb. He watched Belinda with cold eyes.