Beyond the Divorce

Arnold explained how he knew about these things.

From this perspective, this was the most authentic version. The reason everyone kept silent was to avoid public outrage. After all, this was not a glorious matter, no matter from which angle you looked at it. This was the dark side of the city.

"Looking at it now, I don't think Atticus will deceive you. This turned out to be an unexpected stroke of luck. Atticus has some merits. He's very sharp-minded. Think about it. He turned a small contractor's business into the leading one in Foswood. That's his strength!

"But it shows he's not afraid to go the extra mile. He's a businessman, right? It's normal to go the extra mile for profit. Otherwise, how could he achieve his goals? Of course, now the leading power is you!" When he said this, he put on a playful smile.

"In my opinion, our grandma is the most shrewd," I praised.

"That's right, she's quite the strategist," Arnold openly admitted.

We both burst into laughter.

Before we could finish our conversation, Atlas walked in. Glancing at the time, I realized it was already the end of the workday.

He entered my office, and upon seeing Arnold there, his handsome face turned cold. "What are you doing here? You look quite idle."

With a lazy and triumphant expression, Arnold replied, "If I weren't idle, how could I have helped you drive away Melvern?"

cold face became even darker. He asked me, "What is he up to

wanted me to take over Ardora's

flaw. "Does he want you to clean up his mess? He's clearly trying to shift the

told him I had no interest in Ardora. Even if I were interested, I'd handle it myself, and I wouldn't take over

need to have this dominance. If you want something, just take it, right? Why bother settling?" Then, regardless of whether Arnold

"Hey! Have some decency! I'm still here, and you're showing

home and take care

glanced at the screen, and his whole face brightened. I was sure it was a call

and cutesy voice came through

go? You're never home. You promised to pick me up from kindergarten. Can you keep your

she spoke, Arnold slapped his

I didn't forget! I came

there were too many beautiful ones, and I couldn't decide. So, I came to ask your mommy for help, but your mommy asked-about my work, delaying me. I'm sorry! I will buy it immediately and come

to Mommy!" This mischievous girl didn't believe

Don't talk to Uncle Arnold like that," I