In the CEO's office on the top floor of Marshall Group, Cayden looked at Ian and asked, "Did Georgia put her signature on the divorce agreement?"

"Yes, but she refused the entire settlement," Ian replied as he passed Cayden the signed agreement.

Brief surprise showed on Cayden's handsome face when he learned that Georgia had walked away without asking for anything.

He hadn't realized she possessed that much pride. In fact, he had expected her to make the divorce difficult. Instead, she had accepted it without making a fuss, which left him with an uneasy feeling he couldn't explain.

For three years, she had done nothing except manage their home. She had no career or friends to rely on. He couldn't help wondering how she planned to support herself after leaving the marriage empty-handed.

The concern made him frown. Once he recognized that he was worrying about her future, he immediately drove the thought from his mind.

Their divorce would soon be final, and he reminded himself that her life would no longer concern him.

He dropped the agreement into a desk drawer without care. Then he raised his head and asked, "Have you located Kendra Leigh?"

"We still haven't found her," Ian responded. "She knows how to disappear completely, and none of the places she's visited have given us a trail to follow."

"Offer a reward through the Dark Web," Cayden instructed. "Anyone who gives us reliable information about her location will receive 100 million dollars."

Three years ago, Isabel had been poisoned by an extremely rare toxin. Cayden had visited every respected doctor in the country, but no one could treat her. She'd been staying overseas for treatment these years, but her condition had only deteriorated.

He later heard that there was a legendary doctor named Kendra Leigh. Stories about her remarkable medical skills claimed that she could rescue patients whom everyone else had given up on.

Finding Kendra seemed like Isabel's last chance for a cure.

"I'll handle the bounty immediately," Ian responded.

Meanwhile, Jake drove Georgia to a private villa.

"This will be your home from now on," he muttered. "Have you decided what you'll do next?"

"Not yet," Georgia answered.

Jake set his phone down in front of her. "Someone has posted a reward of 100 million dollars for your location. Does that offer interest you?"

Georgia barely glanced at the screen. "Not at all."

"Fine. Take some time to rest," Jake replied lightly. "There's still the Douglas family assignment you accepted earlier. They've contacted us several times. When do you think you'll be ready to visit them?"

"I'll go on Saturday," she answered briefly.

"Understood. I'll send them your decision."

Georgia arranged the few belongings she had brought before shopping for everything she needed. She also replaced her phone number and cut the final thread connecting her to her former life.

Saturday arrived sooner than expected.

Jake drove Georgia to the Douglas residence, where she treated Laura Douglas, an elderly member of the family.

As they departed, their car passed a black Bentley. Georgia looked through the window at the passing vehicle and briefly saw a man with sharply defined features sitting inside.

Cayden? She couldn't imagine what had brought him here.

Thirty minutes ago, Cayden had received word that Kendra planned to treat Laura at the Douglas residence. He had rushed over with Ian.

Kendra left no trail and avoided appearing before strangers. Since there was no other way to approach her, Cayden decided to wait at the residence himself.

By the time he arrived, the Douglas family informed him that the doctor had already gone. The failed meeting darkened his face.

He remembered the car that had just pulled away from the property. He spun around, climbed behind the wheel, and pressed hard on the accelerator to chase it.

Through the rearview mirror, Jake spotted the black Bentley staying close behind them. "Someone is following us. Is that the husband you're divorcing?"

Georgia checked behind them and recognized Cayden's car. Her heartless husband was the one pursuing them.

Her face remained calm as she gave Jake a short command. "Lose him."

Jake slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and the car surged forward with enough force to press them into their seats as it tore down the road.

Cayden had no intention of losing them. His Bentley stayed close behind their car while he pursued them with relentless focus.

Both vehicles sped along the road as each driver fought for the lead.

Several attempts to pull ahead ended in failure, and frustration began wearing down Jake's patience. "Damn it, I never thought he'd be this good behind the wheel. He clearly won't give up until he forces us to stop!"

Georgia's eyes opened at once. "Move over. I'm taking the wheel."

After exchanging seats with Jake, she fixed her attention on the road ahead. She pushed the accelerator to its limit and aimed the car toward Devil's Bend 303, the most famous curve in the city.

Behind them, Cayden's black Bentley continued gaining ground and steadily reduced the space between the two cars.

Georgia brought the car to a sudden stop when they arrived at the base of the mountain. She waited until Cayden almost reached them before hitting the accelerator again.

Every turn came with a quick sequence of movements. She braked, worked the clutch, changed gears, guided the car through the curve, and accelerated out of it without breaking her rhythm.

Only a few curves later, Cayden's Bentley had fallen far into the distance.

Georgia rolled down the window and extended one hand outside. Then she raised her middle finger toward the car chasing them.

The rude gesture made her confidence impossible to ignore.

Cayden's expression sharpened at the sight. The hand outside the window looked slender and smooth enough to belong to a woman. And something about it seemed strangely familiar to him.

When Cayden finally crossed the finish line, the other vehicle had already vanished.

Ian held the grab handle with both hands while his heart hammered against his chest. Never before had he watched Cayden lose a race to a woman. He expected the defeat to send Cayden into a terrible temper, but an unsettling smile appeared on his face instead.

"Now this is interesting," Cayden said.

Ian couldn't agree with him. The race had left him feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.

"I don't care what it takes—find that woman and bring me every piece of information you can uncover about her," Cayden demanded.

His reason for pursuing Kendra remained unchanged. She was the only doctor who might be able to save Isabel.

Once they arrived at the villa, Jake showed Georgia the payment notice on his phone. The Douglas family had already transferred three million dollars for the treatment.

"I'll send the full amount to your account," he said.

Three million dollars wasn't a fortune, but it at least made their trip worthwhile.

He continued, "Are you still turning down that 100 million dollars? People with too much money don't come along every day, especially ones willing to spend it so carelessly. You paid 40 million dollars for this villa alone."

Over the years, Georgia had devoted herself to becoming Cayden's perfect wife and hadn't accepted any work. Purchasing the villa had drained almost all of her savings. It was time to begin earning money again and enjoy a more comfortable life.

"I'll accept the assignment if it won't put me in danger," Georgia said. "Before agreeing to anything for me, investigate every detail and make sure there are no hidden problems."

Jake knew what had made her so careful. Three years earlier, Georgia had saved someone's life during a job, but the rescue had damaged the interests of some dangerous people, who had hired assassins to eliminate her. Without her quick instincts and Jake's help, she might not have survived that attack.

"Understood. I'll meet with them first and find out what they really want," Jake replied.

After leaving Isabel at the hospital, Cayden drove to Celeste Estate, the home he had once shared with Georgia.

The darkness surrounding the villa reminded him that she no longer lived there.

Cayden remained inside his car and lit a cigarette. He smoked it to the end in silence before stepping out and entering the house.

As he looked around the living room, he somehow thought of how Georgia used to keep the lights on and wait for him to come home.

He had taken those quiet, warm moments for granted, but now they were gone. Their absence irritated him more than he wanted to admit. He approached the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and swallowed it all at once.

He took out his phone and searched for Georgia's number before calling her. However, the number was no longer in service.

Cayden checked the number and confirmed that he hadn't made a mistake. Once he understood what Georgia had done, a short laugh escaped him without any real amusement.

He was surprised to realize that she had cut him off even more firmly than he had expected.

Throughout their three years together, she had remained quiet, gentle, and easy to control. Even when he asked for a divorce, the pain on her face had made it obvious that she wasn't ready to let him go.

Only a few days had passed, yet she had already canceled the number he knew.

Cayden called Ian and gave him a firm order. "Find Georgia."

...

The next day, Ian approached Cayden. "Mr. Marshall, I couldn't locate Ms. Campbell."

Back then, Georgia had entered Cayden's life without warning. He discovered that she was an orphan, and since he needed a wife who could satisfy his family, he chose her.

She had no powerful background or personal influence, which meant she couldn't threaten his position. Those qualities had made her the safest choice.

Cayden never imagined that the woman who accepted nothing from him would disappear so thoroughly after leaving. No one could tell him where she had gone.

"Continue searching!"

He refused to believe that Georgia could vanish without leaving a single clue.

Just then, Cayden received a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Marshall, the toxin has caused Ms. Brooks to suffer another episode. She's only partly conscious and keeps asking for you. She refuses to settle down until she sees you, so we had no choice but to call."

"Tell her I'm coming now." Cayden ended the call, rose from his seat, and hurried out.

Three years ago, Cayden's enemy had tricked and drugged him. While the drug threatened his life, he had become intimate with a woman he believed was Isabel.

Since that night had been her first time, guilt and sympathy led him to accept responsibility for her.

Even so, something had always felt wrong whenever Cayden spent time with Isabel. Instead, he had found himself more relaxed and at ease whenever he was with Georgia.

Thoughts of Georgia's sudden disappearance tightened Cayden's expression.

Shortly after Cayden entered the hospital, Georgia arrived wearing a baseball cap and a mask.

She rode the elevator upstairs and made a call after stepping into the hallway. "I've arrived. Where should I meet you?"

The directions led Georgia to the neurosurgery director's office.

"Benjamin!" she called out.

Benjamin Gordon, her former classmate, recognized the voice immediately. He turned around and pulled her into a tight hug. "You finally came back. Where have you been the last three years? You disappeared without giving me a single word."

"I got married," Georgia replied plainly.

Shock crossed Benjamin's face. "You got married? Who is your husband?"

He could hardly believe that someone had convinced a woman like Georgia to become his wife.

Georgia ignored the question and gave him a different answer. "I'm divorcing him."

Benjamin went quiet as uncertainty crossed his face. The congratulations he had nearly offered never left his mouth.

Georgia showed no concern as she sat down. "What made you reach out to me?"

"Our mentor has a longtime friend who requires surgery. The family came to me because they wanted my help, but the patient is elderly and the condition is difficult. I don't trust myself to handle the operation alone, so I hoped you would assist me."

Benjamin had contacted her without expecting much. Georgia had vanished for three years without a single message, so reaching her the previous night had come as a complete surprise.

One of Georgia's eyebrows rose. "I haven't entered an operating room in years. What if my skills have become rusty and I end up damaging your reputation?"

Benjamin refused to entertain the idea. "If a surgeon as skilled as you could fail, then I have no right to attempt the operation by myself."

"Alright. Show me the patient's scans first."

After reviewing the scans, Georgia rose from her chair. "Choose a time for the surgery and send me the details."

Another thought came to her and she added, "Find out which hospital room Isabel Brooks is in."

Benjamin asked without thinking, "Who is Isabel? Is she someone you know?"

"She's the love of my husband," Georgia said casually. "Our marriage is ending because of her."

Benjamin stared at her in shock and couldn't think of anything to say.

Georgia soon located Isabel's room and looked through the glass panel in the door. Isabel rested on the bed in striped hospital clothes. Her soft, innocent features were the kind that easily stirred a man's protective instincts. Still, Georgia found nothing especially beautiful about her. In fact, Isabel was not nearly as beautiful as she was.

Cayden must've been both blind and stupid to choose a woman like that. His taste was truly terrible.

Beyond the glass, Cayden peeled an orange with his own hands and fed Isabel one piece at a time. He spoke to her gently, and a soft smile occasionally appeared on his face.

Cayden had always treated Georgia properly throughout their marriage, but an unseen wall had kept them apart. Not once had he shown her the tenderness he now gave Isabel so freely.

Georgia refused to watch any longer and ruin her own mood, so she turned away.

Some instinct made Cayden raise his head at that exact moment. He then left his chair and hurried into the hallway, where he caught sight of a familiar figure disappearing around the corner.

The person looked very much like Georgia.

Cayden went after her but crossed paths with Ian, who had arrived to take him to the office.

"Mr. Marshall, is something wrong?" Ian asked.

Cayden stopped and asked him in a low voice, "Did you pass anyone on your way here?"