Chapter 61:
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 black-and-blue racing suit that accentuated 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 was competing successfully 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.
At last, Allen broke the silence with a laughing emoji and a teasing message: “Are you struck by her beauty too,
and competing within 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristopher glanced 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 | can pull this off?”
Ignoring the direct challenge, Kristopher asked simply, “Which racetrack are you at? Are you coming?”
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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 accepted 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 cthrough. “Kristopher, I'm feeling better now, but I'm a bit down. Could you
joinfor 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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