Beyond the Divorce

As we tried to leave, the tall woman boldly stepped forward, obstructing our path.

"Why are you leaving? Did we strike a nerve? Did you really sink so low and plot to get someone else's position? Looks like that didn't work out, huh?" She looked at us disdainfully and continued unabashedly, "You're clinging to someone else's man and waiting to be his wife. How's that working out for you? Take a look in the mirror. You're not fit for that. You were just a tool to him all along." Her words hit home, and I sensed Lauren's body visibly swaying. She clutched my hand tightly, trembling.

I stepped forward and prepared to confront them.

Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from the crowd. "Nonsense! As long as I'm here, you won't get away with insulting her." All eyes turned toward the source of the roar, revealing a furious Oliver. He resembled a raging lion, glaring fiercely at the gossiping women.

"Who the hell are you? Show yourselves right now!" Oliver's expression was menacing, and his tone carried a compelling force.

He walked to Lauren's side, pulling her into his arms. With a furious gaze, he addressed the women. "Where are your men?" Lauren hesitated for a moment, then straightened her back and looked at Oliver.

I quickly stood by her side, placing a hand on her to restrain her. I knew that she wanted to refuse Oliver's protection.

But I didn't want her to publicly admit this and expose herself to everyone.

"Apologize, then get out. Do it right now!" I stared at the gloating women, my expression icy.

They probably hadn't expected this to happen. Oliver was not someone they dared or could afford to offend. They hadn't expected him to be present at the scene to publicly protect Lauren. Their faces turned pale as they sensed impending doom. They looked at each other anxiously as they scanned the crowd. They were probably searching for their men.

"Apologize." I sternly demanded, my expression chilling. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Don't go too far, Chloe. We're here out of respect for Mr. Atlas. We're loyal customers and partners of ATL Empire. Are you sure you want to do this?" She clearly didn't takeseriously, implying that she was only here because of her regard for Atlas.

The leader of the group, the tall woman, looked atdisdainfully and continued, "Be modest. You can't forget who you really are after a tiny victory." "She doesn't need to be modest. My world belongs to her, and she can do whatever she wants." Before she could retort, Atlas walked up to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. He looked at the woman coldly and said, "Check who these women are, Dylan. Terminate all agreements we have with them and escort them out. ATL Empire doesn't need partners like these." As his words settled, several men stood up, bewildered. They rushed toward Atlas. "Please don't do this, Mr. Atlas! We'll educate them properly. Please don't terminate our agreements." "We've always worked well together, Mr. Atlas. Please don't do anything rash." Atlas glanced at them coldly, "You can't even manage your own women. That's why they dared be so disrespectful and insolent. There's no way we can work together. See them out, Dylan." "Wait!" I shouted.