Countdown to My Divorce

“So many people were fighting to be in my group, and yet you wanted to trade away your spot. Tell me, are you dumb or what?” Tyler’s tone was just as carefree and cocky as ever, like being in his group was some sort of rare privilege.

Rachel shot him a cold glare in return. “What’s there to fight over? Every group is the same.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow and said with absolute confidence, “If you’re in my group, I guarantee you’ll win.”

His tone was so certain it actually caught Rachel’s attention. She glanced over at him again and then noticed he was wearing a black windbreaker today.

His hair was tousled a bit by the wind, adding a touch of casualness that softened the harshness usually brought by all–black attire.

Hands in his pockets, he had striking features and well–defined bone structure. His lips were especially well–shaped. Honestly, his face was close to flawless.

Today, he looked a little more youthful than usual.

After a brief pause, Rachel said sarcastically, “Mr. Hunt, we’ve known each other long enough. Lines like that might work on the younger girls in the company, but not me.”

As she spoke, she even helpfully pointed at a girl in front of them, who had on a floral dress with bangs and black–rimmed glasses. Her fair skin and innocent expression screamed ‘just graduated‘.

Tyler casually followed her gesture with a glance, but even that single look was enough to cause a misunderstanding.

when she caught Tyler’s gaze and quickly

nearby noticed. “Why is your face

“Mr. Hunt just

coworker’s eyes widened in shock.

glowing. Her face radiated

slightly. Tyler’s charm really was lethal. One look was all it took to capture her

a brow at Rachel with a smug grin. “Still think I’m full of

could be to women.

earlier.

the host’s voice boomed over

seconds to get into position. If even one foot touches the ground outside the pad, your group is

crowd responded

around and saw how fired up everyone looked. She couldn’t help but marvel at the power of money. These were the same people who usually groaned over running an extra mile, and now they were

One, two, three! Group 1, yellow! Group 2, red! Group 3, blue!

word left the referee’s mouth, everyone scattered like wild animals toward their assigned

and took off running toward the red circle. But with the crowd surging around her and the pressure of the countdown, it was complete chaos.

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