NovelGoldChapter 58:
On the 23rd floor of Ocean Tower, Belinda sat in Madisyn’s office, typing away at the computer and meticulously
removing every mention of Cathy from the divorce agreement. Behind the desk, Madisyn’s voice carried across
the room as she guided a group of new models with firm authority.
When Belinda finished the deletions, she glanced up at her best friend. Madisyn now exuded confidence and
experience, commanding the room with ease. Belinda couldn't help but smile.
She remembered their first meeting vividly. Back then, Madisyn was just a shy fledgling model, her eyes alight
with excitement at the prospect of the fashion world—much like the new recruits she was now coaching.
Joyce Scott had leaned against Belinda’s shoulder during that initial encounter, laughter bubbling from her lips.
“Belinda, my classmate is incredible—straightforward, generous, and talented! Someday we'll start a jewelry
business. I'll handle operations, you'll design, and Madisyn can be our advertising model. We'll be unstoppable!”
Nineteen at the time, Belinda had felt her own dreams sparkle. She had pinched Joyce’s nose playfully and
replied, “All right, I'll lead us to success!”
Madisyn had joined in their laughter. “I believe our future is bright... Joyce, you can call‘sister,’ just like you
do Belinda!”
Joyce had rolled her eyes. “I only called Belinda ‘sister’ because | lost a bet. | don’t use that term for her
anymore, and I'm definitely not starting with you.”
Those afternoons of frolicking and shared ambition felt as vivid now as they had then. Lost in the memory,
Belinda sighed and looked back at Madisyn, who was patiently sharing her expertise with the newcomers. A swirl
of emotions churned within her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYears ago, they had vowed to build their careers together, support one another, and remain friends for life. Fate,
however, had charted a different course.
Four years earlier, Joyce had slipped into a vegetative state without warning. Her parents and older sister moved
abroad seeking better treatment, effectively cutting ties with their old friends. The trio’s once tight-knit bond
dwindled until only Belinda and Madisyn remained close.
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Recently, Belinda had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and given less than three months to live. When she
was gone, would Madisyn feel lonely?
Lost in thought, Belinda watched the junior models, noting how they admired Madisyn with deep respect. Once
timid, Madisyn had grown into a confident woman whose career flourished and who was well liked by many. In
Belinda’s absence, Madisyn would surely recover from sorrow and embrace a new chapter of her life...
“Belinda,” Madisyn called, laughter dancing in her voice as she leaned close. “What's caught your attention?”
Startled, Belinda offered an awkward smile. “I was just admiring how you handle the newcomers. You command
respect like a seasoned pro.”
Madisyn rolled her eyes and slumped slightly in her chair, weariness flickering across her features. “They don’t
focus on mastering their craft. They're chasing the spotlight. Modeling isn’t just about looking good—it takes
experience. They all dream of fovernight.” She shook her head dismissively. “Success doesn’t work like that.
It’s wishful thinking.”
Belinda chuckled at her friend's candidness. “You sound even more like a veteran now,” she said, laughter
echoing Madisyn'’s earlier lightheartedness.
Madisyn pressed her lips together, a mixture of frustration and resignation softening her expression. “I'm only in
my twenties—at the peak of my life. I'm not ready to be an old-timer.”
She glanced at Belinda’s screen. “How's your divorce paperwork coming along?”
Belinda looked back at the document and sighed, reminded of her unfinished business. “It’s actually been ready
for a bit,” she admitted.
She hurriedly printed the revised divorce agreement and neatly signed her nat the bottom. To guard against
any mishaps in transit, she signed several copies.
“Great,” Madisyn said, noticing Belinda’s actions. She quickly called a courier to dispatch the documents to
Kristopher.
Once the courier had departed, Madisyn took a deep breath and turned to Belinda. “This time, Kristopher should
just accept the divorce and not stir up any trouble, right?”
Belinda frowned slightly but nodded. “Yes, hopefully.”
Feeling a mix of irritation and relief, Madisyn ran her fingers through her hair. “What a hassle,” she muttered,
then brightened as she looked at Belinda. “Forget about him. Con, | know a place that'll cheer us up!”
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