Untouchable After Divorce: Her Hidden Thousand Masks

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.