Chapter 67:

The bustling racetrack suddenly fell silent.

The moment Cathy spoke, not only did Allen look shocked, but even the bystanders around him grew quiet. Their eyes widened as they gazed at the trio, picking up on the undercurrent of tension.

Belinda narrowed her eyes at Cathy, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”

“Indeed!”

Madisyn gave a cold, dismissive laugh. “Do you really think Belinda enjoys your company? Let me set this straight. Even if she wins today, she’ll do everything she can to avoid both of you, because she gets disgusted every time she sees you!”

With those words, she grabbed Belinda’s arm and marched toward the distant race car.

As he watched the two women walk away, Kristopher’s expression darkened. He shot Cathy a look of reproach, his voice losing the softness it once held. “Why would you suggest such a bet?”

Belinda’s biological parents having decent social standing, they favored their adopted daughter over her and refused to recognize her position. Left isolated and vulnerable, if not for the support of the Cox family over the years,

definitely win the race against

Cathy bit her lip and whispered, “I was only teasing her, Kristopher. Even if she loses later, I wouldn’t actually make her leave Nawrin,

a knowing smile, she turned to Kristopher. “I made this bet to get Belinda to take the competition seriously. She adores you, Kristopher. How could she bear

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cast a nonchalant glance toward Belinda, who was already positioned in


tone reflecting the confusion swirling

in selecting a car. With a mix of awkwardness and enthusiasm, he beckoned Kristopher to join him in the front row of the spectators’ area. “Madisyn and Belinda are probably just kidding… If they win, take my advice. Just hand

with an air of elegance. His gaze lingered on Allen, lazy yet piercing. “Are you in a position to make decisions for them? You seem quite familiar

awkward smile and gestured to his phone. “Didn’t I mention in the group earlier that I’m

up, chuckled. He accepted a glass of wine from the waiter and took a sip. “Forget it, that’s not going to happen. You might as well

not fair.

“The competition is starting!”

finish his thought, the referee’s announcement carried over from the start line in the

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