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.

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

regard for your elders. How dare you make decisions on your own without consulting me? I see you don't want to do

sounded quite domineering, but they lacked reason. After retirement, one should enjoy their later years in peace. However, listening to him, it seemed like he believed

this day and age, there could

Noah was polite, quickly inviting him to take a seat and

Noah's courtesy. He became even more fierce, and his pace

are you talking about?" He asked, sweeping a folder off the table. The documents scattered like a shower of

pale with anger. Despite this, as Nelson was a senior, Noah couldn't disrespect him. It was evident that Noah cared about his

he

not only did Noah feel embarrassed, but those of us

words contained accusations, implying that we were a

repeatedly tried to

but Nelson erupted like thunder. I felt sorry for