Chapter 67
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?”’ Despite 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 of the Cox family over the years, Belinda would have struggled to survive. In his eyes, Cathy would definitely win the race against Belinda, so her idea seemed to have gone too far”¦ Sensing Kristopher’s annoyance, Cathy bit her lip and whispered, “I was only teasing her, Kristopher. Even if she loses later, I wouldn’t actually make her leave Nawrin, would I?”’ With a knowing smile, she turned to Kristopher. “I made this bet 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 to defeat me, won’t she?”’ Explore more fiction on For the first time, a slight ease touched Kristopher’s features. He cast a nonchalant glance toward Belinda, who was already positioned in the driver’s seat, and chose to remain silent. “Kristopher”¦”’ Allen began, his tone reflecting the confusion swirling within him. He paused, licking his 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”¦ If they win, take my advice. Just hand over 50 million, not 500 million. They wouldn’t know what to do with that much.”’ Kristopher settled 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 matters. Are you really that close to them?”’ he asked slowly. Allen flashed an awkward smile and gestured to his phone. “Didn’t I mention in the group earlier that I’m thinking of pursuing Belinda?”’ Kristopher, lounging back with his legs 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 now.”’ Allen’s smile stiffened. “Kristopher, that’s not fair. I believe I can”””’ “The competition is starting!”’ Before Allen could finish his thought, the referee’s announcement carried over from the start line in the distance. Kristopher shifted his focus toward the far-off racetrack. Allen sighed, settling down beside Kristopher with a resigned smile, silently turning his attention to the start line. “Belinda.”’ As the race cars aligned side by side, Cathy lifted her gaze, her expression icy as she stared at Belinda. “Once you lose today, I hope you’ll stop bothering Kristopher.”’ With Kristopher not beside her, Cathy let go of her usual pretense of kindness. “I’ve never encountered anyone as shameless as you. You know Kristopher isn’t interested, yet you cling to him. Do you realize how much he detests you? He can’t even bear to come home!”’…