Beyond the Divorce

Back in the hall, my gaze swept over to where Trinity was. She raised an eyebrow at me, looking cunning, like a sly fox.

As I turned, I noticed Liora walking in from outside. I was puzzled-she hadn't gone to the restroom, so where had she been? However, at the moment, she didn't look too well.

I took a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray, sipping it slowly while my eyes casually observed Liora. Simultaneously, I scanned the hall filled with elegance and sophistication. Ivanna whispered to me, "I'll go find out."

I nodded, and she walked into the crowd.

Just then, a voice sounded beside me, "I didn't expect to see you here, Ms. Chloe."

Upon hearing this, I sensed an underlying meaning in the tone.

Involuntarily, I turned to look, and a seductive woman was walking toward me from behind.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I recognized her. She was Madison Ballard. She used to be one of Liora's followers.

Madison's father was also involved in real estate but dealt with second-hand houses. Over the past few years, with Foswood's booming economy, the housing market suddenly took off.

Her father cleverly transformed a mediocre small company into a leading real estate company. They became nouveau riche, and their assets skyrocketed, making them an indispensable giant in Foswood's rea estate industry.

This unexpected turn of fortune made Madison think highly of herself, believing she had become a true socialite. She adorned herself with heavy makeup, wore items with large designer labels, and was highly

ostentatious.

Now, she was swaying her hips toward me. There was a hint of disdain on her face. Based on her tone earlier, I knew she was here to stir up trouble. "Ms. Chloe, you seem to be quite a prominent figure now. Why didn't you come with Mr. Atlas today? He should be accompanying you, shouldn't he?"

She was present when Atlas announced our engagement. But she said those words on purpose today, hoping to rile up a crowd and pit us against each other. She wanted to remind everyone that I was a divorced woman by addressing me as "Ms. Chloe," and made it clear to them that Atlas wasn't present today.

Her words drew many eyes to us, and I was sure that most of them were Atlas's admirers. I could tell from the looks on their faces that some were curious, some admired me, and some had bad intentions.

I smiled faintly, understanding that standing by Atlas's side meant enduring criticism and provocations.

Madison represented those who had their eyes on Atlas, it seemed.

Calm and composed, I responded, "Not every occasion requires both of us to attend. Whether he comes or not won't affect what I need to do." Upon hearing this, Madison sneered, "I don't know where you get your confidence. Do you really think you're someone important to him?"

"It's apparent you have a strong opinion," I replied, glancing at a few bold followers who had joined her. "Is this a group effort?"

She swung her wine glass, bluntly stating, "It's not just my opinion. Without Mr. Atlas, what are you?"

Madison said this with a mocking smile, and her words resonated with many so-called socialites. Some of them were probably discontented for a while, and now that someone took the lead, they eagerly joined in to watch the drama.

Among this group, there was Poppy, who was glaring at me. It was evident that she must have strong feelings for Atlas. Now that Madison spoke out against me, she said, "She even has a bit of Harmony's charm."

Even more sharply, her companion added, "Harmony, at least, wasn't a divorcee."

This remark triggered even more satisfaction from the women around, who were now looking at me mockingly.