Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1112 Whet the Appetite

Byron noticed the distance between me and Hazelyn when we finally took our seats. "Mrs. Chloe, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between you and my daughter earlier. As adults, let's not dwell on trivial matters. I may have spoiled her a bit, and she lacks I simply smiled, neither taking his lead nor being overly polite.

He continued somewhat awkwardly, "My wife and I have always turned a blind eye to certain things. We believe in giving our daughter a comfortable upbringing. So, you see, she is a bit...spoiled."

Byron chuckled sheepishly. "There's a saying that you don't really know someone until you've had a disagreement. I hope you two can become good friends. In the future, when Mr. Atlas invests in Gerby, you must come here often. "Please don't judge her too harshly. You've seen the world, Mrs. Chloe, while she's just a spoiled child. I hope you can guide her a bit."

Byron's words were skillfully crafted, leaving me somewhat impressed.

I smiled and glanced at Hazelyn sitting across from me, "Mr. Byron, you're being too humble. Ms. Hazelyn must have her own way of doing things. It's just a difference in personalities. No need for guidance, really."

Hazelyn remained stoic, not engaging with my response, only occasionally glancing at Atlas.

Seeing that I wasn't actively participating, Byron engaged in a conversation with Gabriel and Atlas. He was particularly interested in the topic of mineral resources that Atlas had brought up.

piqued. Gabriel

told, I wasn't interested in their family's cuisine. Sitting here in what used to be Beatrice's grandfather's home was unsettling. It

situation would undoubtedly be different. I was confident that a collaboration with the Chandler family would be a done deal.

smile, and asked, "Mrs. Chloe, are you not

knew she was putting on a show for Atlas. They were

casually replied, "I usually eat very little and am not picky about

that Atlas

from, Mrs. Chloe?" Jocelyn scrutinized

up in the northern

a bit too sweet." She was good at small talk, seeming like someone who spoke sweet

lived in the South for too long, so I've adapted," I said, suddenly asking, "This house is

rare sight in Gerby.

excellent taste," I

"Yes! All men care about ancestral