Beyond the Divorce

The car hit the road, and our group formed a small convoy, speeding toward Bourdamun. Along the way, we managed to save a considerable amount of time, and we arrived at the Bourdamun's office just on time.

Noah had already arranged for relevant personnel to wait for us and ushered us into the main conference room.

We were well-prepared for the detailed discussions on the project. People from various aspects of the project were brought together, showing that Ryan's arrangements were meticulous and significantly improved the efficiency of our negotiations.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and after signing the contract, we could head back. However, everything only went smoothly on the surface.

In reality, my main concern was still Trinity. Even though I knew she had recovered from the danger, I left too hastily and hadn't had a chance to see her after the crisis. Moreover, I was very worried about Atlas's injury, especially wanting to know why he had been shot. This was a big deal, and without clarifying it, my heart was always uneasy.

Just as I was secretly pleased, thinking we were about to sign the contract and leave, a little incident occurred.

The predecessor of Noah, who had retired, burst into the meeting room.

This person was quite old and he had come to the meeting room. Taking advantage of his seniority, he directly slammed the table and cursed. He claimed that the construction of the new city in Bourdamun should be handled by people from Bourdamun, as it was the most reasonable choice.

"You took office and immediately wanted to show off your authority to me. You're not qualified! You're still a little brat. I've worked in this position for half a lifetime, only then did

on your own without consulting me? I see you don't want to do

reason. After retirement, one should enjoy their later years in

in this day and age, there

polite, quickly inviting him to take a seat

this old man, Nelson Terrell, grew more furious despite Noah's courtesy.

are you? How dare you press down on me? What are you talking about?" He asked, sweeping a folder off the table. The documents scattered like a shower

Despite this, as Nelson was a senior, Noah couldn't disrespect him. It was evident that Noah cared about his reputation and future, and I was sure he didn't

like he was

embarrassed, but those of

Nelson's words contained accusations, implying that we were a bunch of bandits coming to

repeatedly tried to invite

next door for a private discussion, but Nelson erupted like thunder. I felt sorry for Noah as dealing with such a violent