All Chapters of Beyond the Divorce: Chapter 711 - Chapter 720

I smiled and declined, "No, I've got things to attend to. I'm in a bit of a rush."I didn't have time to engage in a battle with her. Many people were waiting for me back home, and she was not worth my time. I also don't see the need to have a conversation with her.It was best to keep words brief.She smirked mysteriously. "Do you really not want to know why Liora embarrassed herself at the party?"I looked at her indifferently and replied, "I'm not interested. Embarrassment is just inevitable when you have a devious mind."She always played these games with me. It was not my cup of tea.Stella did not want to linger once she realized I was not buying her story. With a graceful smile, she said, "What your eyes see may not be the truth. You need to feel things slowly, Chlo. Be patient."Sure enough, she had some hidden agenda.I remained calm, giving her a casual glance. "Alright. I've got all the patience in the world. Let's go!"With that, I grabbed Myra and walked toward

Ryan immediately stopped me. "Forget it, I just need a two-day sleep break. 24 hours will do. I just want to sleep peacefully. There's still a lot to deal with afterward, and I don't have time to return to Bibury. Let's talk about it around the New Year!"I quickly opposed, "Hold on, during the New Year, everyone's coming to Foswood without a doubt. I'll handle things from here. You must take a break."He tried to argue further, but Eleanor and Benjamin convinced him, and he didn't resist anymore.I don't know why, but I felt uneasy and wanted to talk to him.After the dispersal, I insisted on personally taking him back. He had indeed had quite a bit to drink today.I always remember how Ryan carried me home without my knowing, and during the holidays, we chatted for hours outside. We talked about the promise he made not to leave the company.Now, he was carrying the weight of Tanum for me, but I couldn't give him what he wanted.It took a long time for the car to pull out. I was

I rushed to ATL Empire, but before I could make a call, Atlas was already waiting downstairs.Atlas instructed me to hand the car over to his assistant, and then he led me to his car. I quickly asked, "Did you meet with Mr. Anson today?""Yeah, I did," he responded. "He needed to probe around a bit before making a judgment." Atlas shared the details, saying, "But Mr. Anson also mentioned that they have a cooperative relationship with one of the forces in Bermuda. They need to investigate to confirm. If it's not them, things can proceed smoothly, and they can handle the matter.""What if it's the opposite?" I looked at him with some concern.He calmly said, "Even if it's the opposite, everyone will intensify their cooperation. It's just a matter of interest.""Intensify cooperation? Do you want to cooperate with them closely?" I looked at Atlas with a bit of worry. "You know that Jared is weakening the collaboration with the Huffman family. You can't have too close cooperation wi

It was past the usual working hours, so there wasn’t a soul in sight in the basement. Carol had left early today and reminded me to head back sooner. However, I lost track of time because I was engrossed in my work.As I traversed the basement, I heard hurried footsteps behind me before feeling a rush of wind. I turned and instinctively dodged, but I took a hit on my shoulder. It caused me to grunt in pain.Before I could realize what had happened, another blow struck me. This time, I saw what hit me. It was a wooden bat. I sidestepped and shouted, “Who are you?!”I noticed the person wearing black sportswear with a hood and mask to cover their features. I couldn’t even make out what gender the person was. However, the person’s slender figure hinted at them being a woman.“What the hell do you want?!” I demanded, retreating while watching the assailant. Suddenly, two more masked individuals with wooden bats appeared behind her.I knew they were targeting me and had prepared for th

I instinctively turned to see what had happened, but Atlas held my head and redirected my gaze. He then instructed, “Dylan, head to the hospital.”I quickly reassured, “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. The injury is at the collarbone, so we must get it checked. Otherwise, I won’t have peace of mind,” Atlas said, looking at me with concern, “Does it still hurt?”I felt a little guilty but shook my head and asked, “Wh-what did you do to her?”“Kill one to warn and deter others,” Atlas answered firmly.I never expected the warm and amiable Atlas to be so heartless. I knew he was just overly worried about my safety. I also realized he wanted to intimidate those who harbored ill intentions toward me.…After the examination, the doctor explained, “Fortunately, they missed the collarbone. These are just superficial wounds. I’ll prescribe an ointment for Mr. Atlas to help you apply. It’ll help alleviate the pain, reduce swelling, and promote healing.”It was already late when we got home.