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.

me. You're not qualified! You're still a little brat. I've worked in this position for half a lifetime, only then did

regard for your elders. How dare you make decisions on your own without consulting me? I see

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 Bourdamun

was particularly surprised; in this day and age, there

take a seat and presenting the current plans with a

grew more furious despite Noah's courtesy. He became even more fierce, and his pace quickened as

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

a senior, Noah couldn't disrespect him. It was evident that Noah cared about his reputation

it seemed like he was

Noah feel embarrassed, but those of us sitting there were also mad,

contained accusations, implying that we were a bunch of bandits

repeatedly tried to invite

I felt sorry for Noah as dealing with such a violent "old patriarch" must be