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    “Is it possible that Belinda intended to use this to make amends with Kristopher?” Helen arched an eyebrow. “The blue ribbon matches the navy suits Kristopher favored. She took his new car right after their divorce, and now a gift box appears in the car. Seems like an attempt at reconciliation…”


    Belinda watched the two bodyguards as they finished their inspection of the car, her brow furrowing before she inquired, “Other than this gift box, is there any other damage to the car?”


    Maggie’s stare intensified at the bodyguards,den with a silent threat.


    Exchanging wary looks, the bodyguards hesitated before answering, “The car is in pristine condition, and… there’s no damage whatsoever.”


    “That’s good,” Belinda said, already turning to leave.


    Despite driving earlier, she was confident that it hadn’t caused any damage, but she also thought it reasonable for the car owner to double-check. The box had been in the car from the start and was unrted to her. She found no reason to linger and listen to theirints.


    “Belinda, wait for me,” Fred called out, hurrying to catch up. “I just got off work. Let me walk you home.” He shot a cautious nce at the surrounding crowd. “I don’t want anyone bothering you.”


    Belinda’s initial reaction was to refuse, but she paused, considering. “Okay, there’s something we need to talk about.”


    She wanted to discuss with Fred the damaging rumors that Kristopher and Cathy’s PR firm had been spreading about her online.


    Fred nodded with enthusiasm and quickly returned to the bar to change out of his work clothes.


    “Leaving so soon?” Maggie smirked at Belinda, giving the box in her hand a shake. “Isn’t there something you’re missing?”


    Belinda shot her a frosty look. “That was already in the car when I borrowed it. It’s not mine.”


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    Maggie lifted her eyebrows in mock surprise. “Not yours, you say?”


    “Maggie, please, don’tplicate things for Miss Nelson. She’ll never confess,” Cathy said with a sigh. “Just give the box back to her. I doubt Kristopher even cares about it.”


    “Give it back? Why would I do that?” Maggie retorted with a sneer. “Since she insists it isn’t hers, I might as well see for myself.” Smirking, she flipped open the box. “Let’s find out what’s inside!”<fn683d> Original content can be found at fινdnοvel</fn683d>


    Belinda peered over, her curiosity piqued.


    With a sharp click, the box sprang open, revealing a jewelry case and an envelope.


    Maggie clicked her tongue, lifting the lid of the jewelry case with disdain. “Just a pair of tacky rings. Belinda, do you really think you can mend fences with these?”


    She then tore open the envelope and began reading aloud, “Dear Mr. Cox, it hase to our attention that you purchased this car because Mrs. Cox adores racing. As a token of our appreciation for your passion, we’ve included a set of matching rings for you and your wife. May you enjoy a lifetime of joy together…”


    Maggie was joyfully reading the letter aloud when she abruptly halted, sensing something amiss.


    The room fell into such a profound silence that the faintest sound seemed amplified.


    Cathy’splexion turned ghostly white.


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