His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 1129:noveldrama

His voice was laced with an unmistakable threat.

The man on the other end didn’t hesitate. “Fine! Just don’t hurt Belinda! I swear, I’ll go alone!”

The kidnapper snorted and replied, “Alright.” With that, he hung up.

Without delay, he sent a follow-up text with further instructions.

Meanwhile, at the Dream Club, Lucas and the others had already noticed that Belinda had gone missing.

The moment Belinda’s absence was discovered, Lucas and his people launched an urgent search.

But the abductor had been meticulous. He had come prepared with a signal jammer, effectively rendering the security cameras useless.

The recorded footage was nothing but static—no clues, no trace of what had happened.

Lucas called Gordon over and said, “Check the external surveillance feeds. Scan every possible camera within a five-mile radius.”

Bethany, her hands balled into fists, felt her throat tighten. “Damn it! Who the hell took Belinda?” Her voice trembled with frustration, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

The tension in the room was suffocating.

Ryan stood with his jaw clenched, torn between two fears.

On the one hand, he feared that something bad had happened to Belinda. On the other… he feared that Verena might be involved in this.

He wasn’t sure if his suspicion about Verena was true, but the thought refused to leave his mind.

Lucas’s expression was dark.

If one looked closely, they would notice his hands trembling at his sides.

The mere thought of losing Belinda was unbearable to him.

No one had expected that Belinda would just disappear after stepping out to answer a phone call.

Given Belinda’s formidable skills, her abductor must have either been exceptionally skilled, had overwhelming numbers, or used a method that had subdued her before she could react.

Any of those possibilities was deeply troubling.

Just then, a sudden sound shattered the heavy atmosphere. Belinda’s phone, now in Lucas’s possession, began to ring. Every eye in the room snapped toward it.

Lucas glanced at the caller ID, his brows knitting together at the unexpected name.

Why was this person calling him?

Without hesitation, Lucas picked up the call. “Hello.”

Whatever was said on the other end made his expression turn cold instantly. His grip on the phone tightened. His response was curt. “I understand.” Then, he ended the call.

“Lucas, what is it?”

“Who was that?”

“Does the call have anything to do with Belinda’s disappearance?”

One by one, the questions came.

Lucas didn’t answer the questions immediately. Instead, he quietly pulled out his phone and made a call.

Belinda was awakened by a sharp pain.

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