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

win the race against Belinda, so her idea seemed

lip and whispered, “I was only teasing her, Kristopher. Even if she loses later, I wouldn’t

to get Belinda to take the competition seriously. She adores you, Kristopher. How could she bear the thought of leaving Nawrin and never seeing you again? Surely, she’ll pull out all the stops

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touched Kristopher’s features. He cast a nonchalant glance toward Belinda, who was already positioned


Allen began, his tone reflecting the confusion

lips, then turned to a companion and asked him to assist Cathy 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…

into his seat, crossing his long legs 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 with their

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

propped 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 give up on that idea

stiffened. “Kristopher, that’s not fair.

“The competition is starting!”

the referee’s announcement carried over from the start line

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