The Masterpiece of Leaving：Prepared A Perfect Stand-In For Him novel Chapter 101

The person stood in the shadow, and their face was not visible.

But a voice calling out "Spencer" could be heard.

Cathy was instantly terrified and rushed over, grabbing the person's hand, "Aubrey, none of those things are true. Don't believe Navier. It's all fake! I didn't... I didn't do that. No matter what evidence she presents, don't believe her."

"So, should I believe you then?" The person spoke, with a hint of playfulness, a touch of recklessness, and a bit of sarcasm. Obviously, it was not Aubrey's voice!

Cathy suddenly realized and looked up. She saw a young and handsome face. "Oh... Robin?"

Seeing Robin clearly, Cathy's face turned even paler. She wanted to pinch herself, but she couldn't. Robin looked at her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I can't believe it. The esteemed goddess Cathy would actually do something like this. I wonder what my cousin would think if he knew?"

Cathy's body trembled again, her face as white as paper. "What Navier said... it's all lies!" She tried to refute, but her words lacked conviction.

Robin touched his ear. "Since it's all lies, why don't I go to the place she mentioned and find that person? Maybe I can find someone like that."

He quickly recited the address and even the phone number that Navier reported. Cathy: "..." Her embarrassing secret had been exposed, leaving her in extreme awkwardness. Her eyes trembled, and tears were about to come out.

Robin found it boring and sighed before taking off his helmet and walking away. "Robin!" Cathy grabbed the corner of his clothes. "You won't... tell Aubrey, will you?"

"Rest assured, I won't tell my cousin." Robin saw through her thoughts completely. His lips and eyebrows were tinged with mockery. He pulled his clothes away with disgust.

Although Cathy lost face, Robin's promise gave her some relief. As long as Aubrey didn't know, it didn't matter who else knew.

"Why don't you show all this evidence to Aubrey?" On the way back, Fredrica couldn't help but ask Navier. She hadn't fallen asleep and had certainly heard every word of their conversation.

Navier smiled faintly, "What's the point of telling him?"

She stumbled upon this information shortly after her divorce.

"Let him know what kind of person Cathy really is," Fredrica insisted.

"He already knows, but whether he leaves Cathy or not, it doesn't matter to me anymore." Navier's eyes remained calm. When she talked about Aubrey, there was no longer any trace of emotion, as if she were talking about a stranger.

"At least you should retaliate against this scumbag." Fredrica couldn't let go of what happened to Navier.

Navier pinched her cheek, "Instead of wasting time retaliating against an ex, why not think of ways to earn more money and live comfortably?"

"Good point!" Fredrica agreed wholeheartedly.

Returning to the starting point, everyone came over to congratulate them. Navier politely responded but didn't show much happiness. For her, this was a predictable match. Originally, she had come just to accompany Fredrica, but she also ended up dealing with the scum. It felt like a win.

Everyone was back in high spirits, preparing for their respective races. After witnessing the two previous matches, they all knew that Navier was unbeatable, and no one dared to challenge her.

As Navier gathered her belongings to head home, Fredrica was interrupted by a young enthusiastic second-generation entrepreneur who wanted to discuss a telemarketing project.

Feeling a shadow behind her, Navier thought it was Fredrica and shook her head, "Get in the car."

But the person didn't move.

Navier found it strange and looked up.

Only then did she see the man in a suit and realized it wasn't Fredrica.

The man standing in front of her was tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His appearance was noble, his features deep-set, and his eyes profound.

It was Aubrey.

His hands hung by his sides as he looked at her, his face showing little expression, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.

"Why did you marry me back then?" Aubrey didn't continue the conversation but asked instead.

Navier was stunned, looking at him.

In four years of marriage, he had never asked this question. Now, he suddenly seemed interested?

"What are you after?" Aubrey's voice came again. He lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him, half a head shorter. Despite her formidable racing skills and her ability to earn a lot of money solely through racing, she had good looks and was not the type of person who needed to rely on powerful people to live a good life.

"What am I after?" Aubrey's words were like a thorn, ruthlessly poking at her sore spot. A feeling of humiliation spread from her heart, unraveling her bit by bit, like unraveling a cocoon.