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His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 1291
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Chapter 1291: "Hey, Belinda, let's do another round!" The woman flashed a warm smile at Belinda.

Belinda glanced up at her.

The woman was Gillian Yates, someone who had always been tight with Catherine at school.

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Tonight, though, Gillian had already tossed back several drinks with Belinda.

For reasons she couldn't quite pin down, Belinda sensed that Gillian was intentionally pushing her to drink too much.

It felt like she was almost desperate to see her lose control and get completely wasted.

Belinda waved her hand. "No way, I'm done! I'm at my limit. One more, and I'll get drunk.” "Gillian, Belinda's not a big drinker. She's had enough already," Catherine said, her forehead creasing with concern.

Gillian brushed it off with a laugh. "Oh, con, a little buzz won't hurt! If it gets late, I'll make sure Belinda gets hsafely." Turning back to Belinda, she grinned. "Honestly, Belinda, I just vibe with you so much. You feel like a sister to me! That's why I'm so excited to keep drinking with you." She then added with a playful pout, "Humorwith a couple more drinks, please?" Belinda hesitated, her expression torn.

Gillian's enthusiasm, paired with her being one of Catherine's closest friends, made it tough for her to refuse outright.

With a reluctant sigh, she gave in. "Fine, fine, it's just a few drinks. If you're that into it, I'll keep up until you're happy, alright?" "That's the spirit! Belinda, I absolutely adore your character! Let's drink to that!" Gillian beamed, clinking her glass with Belinda's and downing it in one swift motion.

Not wanting to be outdone, Belinda matched her, emptying her glass, too.

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One drink turned into two, then three, four...

By the fifth, Belinda knew something was wrong.

Her head felt increasingly dizzy, and her vision blurred.

She waved her hands frantically. "No, no, I'm done. I can't drink anymore. If I do, I'll pass out. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body gave out, and she slumped onto leout and the the table unconscious.

"Belinda? Belinda!" Catherine leaned over, gently shaking her worry etched across her face. While Catherine's attention was on Belinda, a faint smirk flickered across Gillian's lips.

A moment later, she softened her tone as she said to Catherine, "Don't worry, Catherine She's just had too much. I'll make sure you both get hsafely later."