Beyond the Divorce

Atlas completely ignored her cries, still focused on Tyler. "You want more? Go on."

In this manner, three bottles were emptied in succession. Tyler, with a 'gulp,' knelt on the ground. He looked like he was about to bow down to Atlas, but he passed out drunk.

Then, Atlas glanced meaningfully at Benedict, asking, "Benedict, care for a taste too?"

Benedict had already been frightened, retreating without the arrogance he displayed toward me earlier.

Seeing Atlas asking if he wanted to drink, he retreated further, nervously mumbling and not knowing what to say.

Atlas said indifferently, "Cheers to Benedict."

The attendant quickly opened another bottle of vodka. Benedict stammered, "I-I'll drink myself."

After saying that, he took the bottle and poured its contents down his throat. He was spilling it everywhere, but we wouldn't know if it was because he was nervous or doing it deliberately.

Atlas sneered, "How wasteful. Continue. Drink as much as you spilled."

Benedict reluctantly took another bottle that was being offered. He did not dare to disobey Atlas, nor did he dare to spill it anymore.

After two bottles, Benedict was already losing control, seemingly about to crumble. Indifferent to him, Atlas pulled me up from my seat, gently saying, "I've accompanied them to drink. Now let me take you to meet the client."

I glanced at the time. There were still ten minutes until 7 p.m., but it was enough time.

I smiled at him and said, "Let's go. There's still time."

"As promised by your dear husband." Atlas put his arm around my waist. As we turned around, there was a muffled thud from behind. I was sure it was Benedict falling to the ground.

Once we left the room, I asked, "How did you know I was here?"

He smiled faintly. "Telepathy."

"Be serious."

He looked at me and said, "When I came to the venue arranged by the client and saw your car, I had Dylan check it out. Sure enough,

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thought of coming to see it. That's it.

He shrugged dismissively and said, "Next time, don't entertain random people."

"Okay." I nodded. "I've learned my lesson this time. If you hadn't come, I was just about to find a way to call you. Their goal was to get to know you through me."

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the hotel booked by Eleanor. When we got off, Atlas looked at me with a meaningful smile and asked if I wanted him to accompany me. en.swhovels.net

After thinking for a moment, I nodded, "Sure. Then, sealing the deal would be even easier."

After saying that, I took his hand, intertwining our fingers.

Every time I was in danger, he could appear in time to ensure my safety. He was my guardian angel.

He glanced at me and asked, "What are you laughing at?"NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I realized that he had discovered my suppressed laughter. Feeling embarrassed, I leaned against him. "I'm laughing at how timely you came. My husband is mighty, and I love how you made them drink."

I was hiding my true thoughts in my heart.

He chuckled, looking satisfied with my answer.

When the two of us appeared together in the private room, everyone, including Eleanor herself, was somewhat shocked.

I was confident that Jaxford Doors could put forth such effort in cooperating with us because they had done their homework, which was evident at this point.

Cameron, Jaxford's boss, quickly stood up and walked toward us with a warm smile.

"Ms. Chloe, Mr. Atlas, you're here."