Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1085 A Blatant Flirtation

After returning to Amethyst Apartments, I hurriedly packed a tiny suitcase with some clothes. Atlas showed up soon after. He looked at me and said, "I'll go with you!"

I immediately replied, "No need. I can handle it myself. You focus on things here. I'll go check the situation there first."

"I know the situation there better than you do, and this time, I'm going to put pressure on the Chandler family," he confidently said.

"How are you going to apply pressure?" I asked.

"I've evaluated the topics covered in the previous Gerby session. I'll go into more detail this time. particularly concerning the Grand Tribeca issue they brought up. Byron Chandler likes to play tricks, right? I'll show him what a top-tier game is like.!"

I burst into laughter, feeling quite pleased. With him by my side, I felt even more confident. "I feel like I've grown wings when I am with you, It's great! How do we go?"

Atlas saw my joyful expression and felt even more proud. "I've already had Cane book the plane tickets. Let's head to the airport right away!"

"Wait a moment. Let me get you a couple of pieces of clothes too."

Cane has already prepared my

handling his work arrangements, including packing

immediately headed

my parents were picked up tomorrow. Everything was arranged, and I was resolved to bring Beatrice

I feared the Chandler family might

Arnold at the exit.

and got into the car, heading straight to the hotel where we had stayed the last time. It

us on the situation. I initially wanted to call Sean and the others, but it was already

merely had a small taste of the in-flight food to save time. Atlas asked if

let's go! I'll take you to the snack street in Gerby. The local specialties there

perked up. I looked at

at him? I'll take you. He can rest here. He doesn't need to go, as he doesn't eat street food anyway." Atlas walked over, held my hand,

go together and have a little something to eat?" I asked cautiously. I knew that he wasn't eating those snacks from the street. Seeing me say that, he tightened his grip on my hand.

I stifled a laugh;

I asked Arnold,