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.

confidently that he had secured the project

was right here. There was some trickery going on

me, expressing a bit of surprise. His small eyes scrutinized me for

my mind started spinning.

was

be

uncle. Jeremiah and Nelson were clearly related. The relationships were complicated, but one thing was sure- Nelson was working for the sake of his family, which was why

seemed Nelson was indeed the master of Bourdamun. It was no wonder his son and nephew were so

had an insider.

I had underestimated him.

I felt nauseous. When

to call an ambulance from the hospital. This was a good idea. Whether

walked to Noah and briefly whispered about their interpersonal relationship to him. I wanted him to be prepared to conduct