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    A pale womany on the bed, her appearance serene, as though merely sleeping.


    “Joyce,” Evelyn whispered, her voiceden with emotion as she tenderly held the woman’s pale hand. “Kristopher has finally divorced that woman. Your sister can now find happiness. You’d be happy for her, wouldn’t you?”


    Morning at the Cox family residence…


    “Belinda…” As the sunlight streamed onto Kristopher’s face, he irritably shielded his eyes. “What time is it?” Only silence answered him.


    “Belinda…”


    His mind cleared slowly, and Kristopher remembered that Belinda had long ago moved out of the vi.


    They had finalized their divorce just yesterday, an event closely watched by eagerizens.


    He rubbed his temples, feeling the lingering ache ofst night’s excesses, and nced at the clock. It was already past nine.


    In the days when Belinda was here, she would have roused him gently and brought him honey water to soothe his hangover. Now, the viy empty, its silence amplifying the solitude.


    After a moment, he picked up his phone and dialed Marc. “Bring some honey water to my ce.”


    There was a pause on the other end before Marc responded. “Sir, you got drunkst night and ended up at Riviera Vis?”


    Kristopher owned many properties, but this vi in Riviera Vis, once their matrimonial home, was one he seldom visited due to his growing disdain for Belinda.


    However, since her departure, he found himself drawn here more often. His voice was icy. “Is that a problem?”


    “No, sir, not at all,” Marc replied, hisughter tinged with nervousness. “I was trying to reach youst night. I checked all your properties but didn’t think you’d be here.”<fne371> Checktest chapters at f?ndnovel</fne371>


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    Kristopher’s brow furrowed. “What’s the matter?”


    “It’s about the design submission you reviewed recently. Remember the one you found impressive?” Marc asked.


    As Kristopher sat up, the pain in his head red. “I remember.”


    The Cox Group had long been part of the jewelry sector, yet it struggled with ack of innovative designs, a constant frustration for Kristopher. In response, he recently…


    Kristopher started a new jewelrypany under a pseudonym, aiming to draw in novel talent through numerous design submissions from aspiring creators.


    One submission from the Wildfield Design Studio had piqued Kristopher’s interest, and he had tasked Marc with reaching out to them. Amidst his personal tumult, Kristopher had nearly let it slip his mind.


    “The studio got back to us,” Marc stated, his voice carrying a note of gravity. “The designer just joined them today. Theprehensive n you asked for will take some time, but they’ve sent over more of her initial work for your evaluation. I believe you should review it as soon as possible. Also…”


    Marc paused, inhaling deeply, his tone now tinged with reluctance.


    “The designer’s name might ring familiar.”


    Kristopher stood up from the bed, his expression tightening. “What is the name?”


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