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Kristopher’s sharp eyes flew open. “Can’t reach her?”
The chill that radiated from him could have frozen the entire office. Marc nodded. “Ever since she changed her
contact info last time, I've been unable to get the new number.”
Kristopher frowned as he checked the time. “Did you check the villa?” It had been three days since his last visit
to her in the hospital.
She was meant to have returned there by now.
Marc hesitated. “She still hasn't cback.”
A sense of dread welled up in Kristopher as he raised an eyebrow. “Did you check with the hospital? Is she still
there?”
Marc shook his head. “They discharged her yesterday, but no one knows where she went...”
Kristopher’s eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened around the armrest of his chair. “Is this becoming a pattern?
Running away?” He had already given her one chance too many.
“Maybe...”
As Kristopher’s expression darkened, Marc treaded lightly. “Maybe... could you reach out to her parents? Even
though she isn’t close to them...”
Kristopher shot him a frosty look.
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After a moment, he flipped through his phone contacts and called Belinda’s father, Donovan Nelson.
“Belinda? She hasn't returned home.”
Confusion laced Donovan's voice. “We haven't heard from her in over six months. Mr. Cox, are you having issues
with her? I've always told you, coming from the countryside, Belinda’s got a rough temper. Not nearly as
easygoing as Gillian...”
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With a scowl, Kristopher ended the call abruptly.
He slammed the phone down on the desk and closed his eyes, his annoyance palpable. “Check if she’s left the
city recently! Pull up the road surveillance! | want her found, even if | have to dig her out myself!”
He had given her a chance during his last hospital visit.
Was she still not ready to drop this?
Why had Belinda becso unreasonably stubborn?
Kristopher’s phone rang yet again. This time, it was a call from his friend, Elliott Russo. “Kristopher, get yourself
over to Nightfall, now!” Nightfall was the local bar.
Slumping back in his chair, Kristopher sighed deeply. “I'm really not in the mood, Elliott.”
From the other end, Elliott's laughter boomed through the phone.
“Not in the mood? Letsend you a picture of someone stunning. You might change your tune after you see
her. Ill be waiting!”
With a brisk click, Elliott ended the call.
Almost immediately, a message notification flashed on Kristopher’s phone.
He tapped it open, a scowl forming on his face.
The photo revealed a bustling bar scene.
Onstage, a man flaunted his eight-pack abs in a rousing dance, gradually shedding his clothing. Nearby, a
woman clad in a daring red dress, cheered on by her friends, reached out tentatively towards the dancer's abs.
Shockingly, the woman was Belinda!
Kristopher’s breathing turned ragged as he stared at the photo. He had had Marc searching for her all night, and
here she was, in a bar, boldly touching another man’s abs.
“Marc, get the car ready. | need to get to Nightfall immediately,” he ordered.
Marc's response quivered. “Understood!”
As they drove from Cox Group to the Nightfall Bar, Kristopher’s eyes were glued to his phone screen, his gaze
intense enough to burn a hole through it.
One week after her miscarriage, she had danced intimately with a stranger in Rozand.
Ten days later, here she was, in another bar in Nawrin, touching a stranger's abs.
“Belinda, you truly are something else,” Kristopher muttered to himself.
The Maserati zipped through the streets.
Inside the Nightfall...
Onstage, the show continued with a young man energetically performing a striptease.
Originally beside the stage, Belinda now stood on it, her presence shifting the mood.
She danced beside the young man, her movements syncing flawlessly with his as he shed his clothing piece by
piece. Belinda, stunning even without makeup, now wore enough to conceal her paleness, enhancing her allure
and captivating charm.
This was the first tthe young man had performed a striptease with such a breathtaking woman.
Overwhelmed, he couldn't resist approaching Belinda right there on the stage.
Keeping in twith the music, he boldly took her hands and pressed them against his chiseled abs.
As Belinda’s hands grazed the sculpted muscles of the man’s lower abdomen, the crowd below erupted into
cheers and screams.
Just then, Kristopher burst through the bar’s doors and caught sight of Belinda on stage, her hands on the young
man’s abs.
Madisyn’s voice rang in his ears, loud and clear.
“Belinda! That's the real you! Life's short! Let's live it up! Kristopher can go to hell!”
His expression darkening, Kristopher walked up and tapped Madisyn on the shoulder. “And who's supposed to go
to hell?”
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