Beyond the Divorce

Plans Laid Long Ago



When the men heard what he had to say, they looked at each other in confusion, then turned to Millard. But none of them spoke.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Millard glanced at them, growing impatient, and said a few more words before waving and turning away.

Then, the room fell silent. Millard asked another one of his men who could speak our language, "What do you guys mean?"

He glanced at the two bodies on the ground without hesitation and said, "We'll obey your command, Millard."

Just as those two were about to retreat to the door and turn around, Millard, who had been standing with his back to them, suddenly turned and fired two shots.

The two men fell to the ground.

His swift actions startled me, and Tristan quickly reassured me. "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Chloe."

Millard's expression was peculiar as he shook his head and said, "I can't let you go back and plot against me."

Millard was ruthless. We couldn't leave him alive.

I discreetly glanced at the other men, who all had pale faces and expressions of resigned determination.

I knew they had no objections now.

Millard looked at me and said, "Shall we go?"

"Alright." I stood up and glanced at the old man lying in a pool of blood. I clasped my hands together and silently mourned for a moment.

It was all over now. Someone would come to deal with this.

I heard Millard speaking rapidly to his subordinates, presumably giving them some instructions.

Then, Tristan and I followed them outside.

Tristan whispered, "Mrs. Chloe, can we trust him?"

I whispered back, "Play it by ear. Quickly send out the message with our location and our situation. Time is running out."

When Millard and his men caught up, I said, "I need to tell Atlas what's going on. Otherwise, he might act against you."

Millard nodded. "Alright. Go ahead. I trust you, but don't betray me."

"I give you my word as a member of the Huffman family," I assured him. "If you don't object to it, I can call Anson after everything ends."

Millard looked guilty. "Let's save the man first."

His words made me truly respect him. "Then let's save him."

Walking behind them in high heels was tough, especially on this difficult terrain. I usually struggled even on flat ground, and now I was even more anxious.

Millard said to the man beside him, "Get the car to pick up Mrs. Chloe."

I glanced at him in some concern, and he immediately understood. "Don't worry. He's different from the one who just died. That one was a schemer. He was always trying to manipulate me. I've been wanting to deal with him for a while. This one is loyal."

The boy ran outside and quickly brought the car. We all got in, and the car swiftly returned to the main road, heading straight for the base.

Tristan had already sent a text telling Atlas our situation.

Millard said, "Mrs. Chloe, will Mr. Atlas cooperate with me when we get inside? Navi is cunning and ruthless. I'm not afraid of him, but I'm afraid it will affect my search."

"That won't be a problem. You can count on it," I assured him confidently. "But you need to make sure my father is safe."

"That depends on what's going on inside. I've never seen him before." Millard glanced at me sneakily.

I knew he was afraid I would doubt his abilities. After all, I had just given him an earful and called him a pawn.

This man was incredibly proud,

cunning, and crafty; otherwise, he wouldn't have climbed to Navi's side in a foreign land. He was ruthless, and he clearly wasn't dumb.

Furthermore, he wouldn't have left the Huffman family if he had seen a glimpse of hope for himself back then.

But over the past few years, he must have realized where his true value lay. That was why he wanted to turn back.

His promise to give Anson a gift must have been planned long ago.