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    In the photograph, Belinda’s gaze rested downward as her hands moved with practiced elegance, examining the race car before her. She wore a sleek ck-and-blue racing suit that entuated her slender, agile form, lending her a poised and vibrant air. The image captured her in profile, highlighting her prominent nose and bright, expressive eyes—features that added to her striking beauty.


    Her long hair fluttered in the racetrack breeze, strands dancing in the wind and softening her otherwise sharp, determined presence.


    Kristopher stared at the photo for a long moment. Only when he spotted Madisyn standing nearby did he feel certain that the woman in the image was indeed Belinda. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Belinda had changed so much since her miscarriage. She’d learned to dance confidently at parties, to stand up for herself when bullied—and now she waspeting sessfully on the track?


    “Why is everyone so silent? You’re usually quite chatty, aren’t you?” he typed, the question hanging in the void of the chat.


    Atst, Allen broke the silence with aughing emoji and a teasing message: “Are you struck by her beauty too, andpeting with me in silence?” But the chat remained still.


    This was a tight circle of wealthy Nawrin youth who’d grown up together. Except for Allen, who’d been abroad for years, nearly everyone there had known Belinda as Kristopher’s wife. After the recent gossip at Anthony’s birthday about her imminent divorce—and now Allen’s open admiration—the group hesitated to reply.


    Kristopher nced back at the picture, his lips curling into a sneer. He broke his usual silence with a single message: “Are you sure?”


    Allen, startled by the response, felt a surge of excitement. He typed back eagerly, “Of course! Kristopher, do you believe I can pull this off?”


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    Allen’s pulse quickened at the thought of the CEO of Cox Group inquiring about his whereabouts. With trembling fingers, he replied, “We’re at the Speed Racetrack in the southern suburbs!”


    “I see.”


    With that brief reply, Kristopher pocketed his phone and walked confidently into his office. He had barely settled into his chair when Marc knocked and entered, presenting him with an express envelope. “Sir, this is from Mrs. Cox.”


    Kristopher’s expression darkened as he epted the document. He opened it quickly and found the revised divorce agreement inside. It matched their discussion at the family estate: Belinda had amended only the section regarding his affair with Cathy, leaving everything else untouched. She would leave with nothing but their Ragdoll cat, Fluffy.


    His mood soured instantly. Memories flooded his mind—Fluffy had only been with Belinda for two years. Yet she could consider ending their three-year marriage over a cat. To Belinda, was he truly less significant than a pet?


    Furrowing his brow, he reopened the chat group. Elliott was offering Allen friendly advice: to investigate Belinda’s background before making any advances. But Allen, clearly smitten by meeting a beautiful woman and exchanging messages with a powerful figure like Kristopher, ignored the caution. He stealthily snapped another photo of Belinda behind the wheel—with Madisyn smiling in the passenger seat—and posted it: “I’m not bothered by her past. As long as she’s single, even divorced, I’m going after her!”


    Kristopher’s gaze lingered on the word divorced.


    At that moment, Cathy’s call came through. “Kristopher, I’m feeling better now, but I’m a bit down. Could you join me for a walk?”


    After a brief pause and a slight squint, Kristopher replied, “I’m on my way to pick you up. Let’s head to the racetrack.”


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