A sly smile curled at Chloe's lips as she arched an eyebrow. "There are many things you don't know about me." With that enigmatic remark, she completely ignored Arthur—who stood frozen in place—slid into the driver's seat, started the engine with a roar, and sped away, leaving him engulfed in a cloud of dust. "Cough, cough..." Arthur stood dumbfounded, watching her retreating taillights as he choked on the exhaust fumes. She handled that sports car with effortless precision. Those skills weren't learned overnight. What other secrets was she hiding? What did she mean by "many things"? What had he been missing all along? The determined smile she'd flashed before driving off—composed and crisp, yet utterly captivating—had seared itself into his memory.Why was it that after the divorce, he was the one left feeling unsettled? ***** Several minutes earlier, a sleek black sedan had pulled up outside the Courthouse. "Any updates?" Eugene's deep voice resonated from the back seat. In the front passenger seat, Bruce was still coordinating with the Shadow team, his phone pressed to his ear. They had just managed to track Mr. Caesar's whereabouts after an intensive digital pursuit, finally pinpointing his location to this very area. But just as they arrived, the signal vanished. Mr. Caesar's trail had gone cold—again. Bruce turned toward Eugene and reported quietly, "Mr. Rosewood, we lost the signal. We were seconds away from locating him." Eugene's eyes turned to ice. Bruce fell silent, the tension in the vehicle thickening palpably.So close. If Mr. Caesar had remained online just moments longer, they would have had him. But his evasion skills were formidable—every time they closed in, he slipped through their grasp like digital smoke. "Mr. Rosewood, Dark Web intelligence confirms Mr. Caesar is currently somewhere in Capaville, though we lack precise coordinates." Eugene's expression remained unreadable, but his gaze grew colder. Just then, the roar of a powerful engine cut through the silence. He glanced out the window in time to see a vibrant sports car slide to a perfect stop directly in front of the Courthouse—and right before a familiar woman. Recognition flickered in Eugene's typically impassive eyes. Chloe. The same woman who had appeared at Eve Restaurant days earlier.He remembered how she had caught Landon's attention that night. They had run a background check on her immediately, but the results were disappointingly ordinary—far too plain to explain the compelling confidence she had displayed. A country girl who married into wealth. The young lady of the Myers family—who would willingly give up such a position? Yet Chloe had her lawyer deliver divorce papers right there at the restaurant. And now, here she was at the Courthouse—likely finalizing that divorce. Observing the scene, it was clear the divorce was indeed complete. Eugene frowned, surprised at how much mental space he was dedicating to this woman. He had instructed Bruce to dig deeper through Dark Web channels, but the results mirrored Landon's—nothing beyond the superficial. Still just an ordinary woman.Now, Chloe turned away from Arthur, ignited the engine, and accelerated with practiced ease. With one glance, Eugene could tell—her driving was polished, almost professional. He rolled down the window slightly, watching her car merge into traffic. As if sensing his gaze, Chloe glanced toward his vehicle from behind the wheel. Their eyes met briefly. In that split second, Eugene could have sworn he detected pure, unadulterated annoyance in her expression—before she looked away and disappeared into the flow of cars.