Beyond the Divorce

As the image of that car appeared, everyone in the hall gasped.

The license plate appeared to be quickly replaced after the car trunk popped open, with the trunk jumping up and down.

The car kept moving slowly, never stopping.

This subtle change was hard to notice.

Atlas caught onto this clue.

A police officer beside Dylan immediately instructed his subordinate, "Zoom in on that license plate and find the owner!" Soon, the information came back.

The plate was fake and was registered to a large truck.

I stared at the big screen in despair, afraid the car would disappear again.

Presumably, they had used this clever trick to swap out the front plate earlier.

So, this car seemed to vanish into thin air right before everyone's eyes.

We could conclude that our previous speculation about child abduction for ransom was unfounded.

a premeditated

my mind racing, wondering who could do such a

their intentions? Why take my child, and with such craftiness? If it were a simple

wasn't a straightforward

young child? I couldn’t even imagine

my vision as I looked at Atlas, whispering, Who are they? What

They won't get away.

going to get

I couldn’t trust him, who could I trust? At this moment, he

he held me close, his eyes

he turned to Dylan, his

ready!" Though only two words,

deep-set eyes were locked onto the prey, like a hawk focused

meaning, his dark eyes flashing with

a glance with Atlas

what "get ready" meant in this context, but I knew Dylan was off to

instinctively tooka deep breath, trying

the screen had already left the main road and exited

the desolation, I grew more and

was losing my composure, resenting Atlas for his calm