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?"

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

me to

Atlas asked, coldly discerning the problem. He immediately pointed out the flaw. "Does he want you to clean up his mess? He's clearly trying to shift the

him I had no interest in Ardora. Even if I

press it against the back of my couch. "My girl is amazing! You need to have this dominance. If you want something, just take it, right? Why bother settling?" Then, regardless of

some decency!

Go home and take care of your

as he finished speaking, Arnold's phone rang. He quickly took it out, glanced at the screen, and his

cutesy voice came through the

did you go? You're never home. You promised to

spoke, Arnold slapped

forget! I

there were too many beautiful ones, and I couldn't decide. So, I came to ask your mommy

to Mommy!" This mischievous girl didn't

back soon. Don't talk to Uncle Arnold like that,"