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A pale woman lay on the bed, her appearance serene, as though merely sleeping.
“Joyce,” Evelyn whispered, her voice laden with emotion as she tenderly held the woman's pale hand.
“Kristopher has finally divorced that woman. Your sister can now find happiness. You'd be happy for her, wouldn't
you?”
Morning at the Cox family residence...
“Belinda...” As the sunlight streamed onto Kristopher’s face, he irritably shielded his eyes. “What tis it?”
Only silence answered him.
“Belinda...”
His mind cleared slowly, and Kristopher remembered that Belinda had long ago moved out of the villa.
They had finalized their divorce just yesterday, an event closely watched by eager netizens.
He rubbed his temples, feeling the lingering ache of last night's excesses, and glanced at the clock. It was
already past nine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the days when Belinda was here, she would have roused him gently and brought him honey water to soothe
his hangover. Now, the villa lay empty, its silence amplifying the solitude.
After a moment, he picked up his phone and dialed Marc. “Bring shoney water to my place.”
There was a pause on the other end before Marc responded. “Sir, you got drunk last night and ended up at
Riviera Villas?”
Kristopher owned many properties, but this villa in Riviera Villas, once their matrimonial home, was one he
seldom visited due to his growing disdain for Belinda.
However, since her departure, he found himself drawn here more often. His voice was icy. “Is that a problem?”
“No, sir, not at all,” Marc replied, his laughter tinged with nervousness. “I was trying to reach you last night. |
checked all your properties but didn’t think you'd be here.”
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Kristopher’s brow furrowed. “What's the matter?”
“It’s about the design submission you reviewed recently. Remember the one you found impressive?” Marc asked.
As Kristopher sat up, the pain in his head flared. “I remember.”
The Cox Group had long been part of the jewelry sector, yet it struggled with a lack of innovative designs, a
constant frustration for Kristopher. In response, he recently...
Kristopher started a new jewelry company under a pseudonym, aiming to draw in talent through numerous
design submissions from aspiring creators.
One submission from the Wildfield Design Stuhad piqued Kristopher’s interest, and he had tasked Marc with
reaching out to them. Amidst his personal tumult, Kristopher had nearly let it slip his mind.
“The stugot back to us,” Marc stated, his voice carrying a note of gravity. “The designer just joined them
today. The comprehensive plan you asked for will take stime, but they've sent over more of her initial work
for your evaluation. | believe you should review it as soon as possible. Also...”
Marc paused, inhaling deeply, his tone now tinged with reluctance.
“The designer's nmight ring familiar.”
Kristopher stood up from the bed, his expression tightening. “What is the name?”
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