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.

was Talitha, immediately blushed when she caught Tyler’s gaze and quickly lowered her

noticed. “Why is your face all

mumbled shyly, “Mr. Hunt just looked

widened

Talitha was practically glowing. Her

slightly. Tyler’s charm really was lethal.

with a smug grin. “Still think I’m full

Rachel knew how dangerous Tyler’s appeal could be

earlier.

host’s voice boomed over

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

the crowd

same people who usually groaned over running an extra mile, and now they were bouncing

1, yellow! Group 2, red! Group 3, blue! Group 4, white! Group 5, green! Group 6,

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

off running toward the red circle. But with the crowd surging around her and the pressure of the countdown, it was complete chaos. People were bumping into each other left and

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