Beyond the Divorce

Quite a few people were gathered in front of the office building. Many surrounded Nelson, patting his back and chest while shouting. I had no idea what was going on.

As our group rushed out of the office building, one of the demonstrators immediately stood up and pointed toward us. He seemed to be the leader.

"You guys are unbelievable! How dare you push an old man like this to the edge? He's a living monument of Bourdamun, and you treat him like this?" The man looked fierce and spoke as if trying to assert dominance.

I looked at Nelson, who lay motionless, allowing people to pound on him without responding. Something seemed suspicious. If there was a real problem, would they stay so calm?

"Noah, you've only been here briefly and want to establish dominance in Bourdamun. Dream on!"

The man's words seemed excessive and didn't sit well with me.

I took a look at the arrogant man who was shouting. He was tall and resembled Nelson. If I guessed correctly, he might be Nelson's son.

To my surprise, standing next to him was someone I recognized. He had once visited my office in Foswood to discuss a project. It was the sweaty and unkempt Jeremiah.

was why Jeremiah asserted confidently that he had secured the project and insisted on Bourdamun's

origin of these ideas was right here. There was some trickery

surprise. His

back at him, and my

was Jeremiah's

to be related to

clearly related. The relationships were complicated, but one thing was sure-

seemed Nelson was indeed the master of Bourdamun. It was no wonder his son and nephew were so oppressive. That was also why Jeremiah's

had an

I had underestimated him.

Jeremiah looking at me, I couldn't help but sneer. I felt nauseous. When

a good

relationship to him. I wanted him to be prepared to conduct