Beyond the Divorce

As our entire team looked at him, Byron seemed to sense that something was wrong. His eyes wandered and finally fixed on me, but they were extremely cold.

I smiled faintly, my eyes full of disdain and mockery.

Bryon fixed his intense look on me, but his feelings were unclear. He said, "So you're here too, Mrs. Chloe? I wonder what role you're playing?"

I smiled lightly. "As you know, I had a classmate in Gerby. I spent a lot of time and effort looking for her before I could free her from the demons' grasp. Surprisingly, she turned out to be your daughter. Don't you want to thank me?"

"... A classmate?" Bryon seemed to realize what was going on. His expression grew even darker.

"That's right. She's a close friend of mine too. We would go through thick and thin for each other." I stared at his face, confronting him aggressively.

"I didn't expect you to be here so quickly. Are you here to see if Beatrice is still alive or are you just trying to show your deep love for your daughter in front of the media?"

have caught the barb in my words. He looked displeased as he glanced at me and said, "You seem to have a lot of spare time on your hands, Mrs. Chloe. You're even dealing

simple as that." A compelling voice

snapped around to see who was speaking, and to his dismay, he saw Atlas, tall

shone on his sharply defined face, making him appear even

Atlas approached with a cold aura, Bryon involuntarily glanced behind him at the other official representatives following him. His expression

Atlas! I didn't expect you to

but I'm also helping my wife rescue Ms. Beatrice from the Chandler family." Atlas arched his brows slightly and had a sarcastic look in his

corridor.'m not Ms. Beatrice of the Chandler family. That Beatrice Chandler died nine years ago,t night her father sent her to

stern rebuke, Beatrice suddenly appeared

name has been Keller. Do you know why my mother named me Beatrice, Byron?" Bryon's eyes had an incomprehensible glint as he stared at

family and reclaim everything that belongs to us. Every

was hoarse but filled with strength, carrying a