Beyond the Divorce

The police also reported on the inspection of nearby surveillance. Despite being a small town, it wasn't quite dead at night. The hotel my dad stayed at was the newest star-rated establishment, with cars coming and going.

After a thorough investigation, they finally identified a black Audi parked in front of the hotel during that time frame. However, it was parked at such a tricky angle that one couldn't see the person coming out the door. That car's license plate belonged to our small town, but

upon further investigation, it turned out to be a fake.

It seemed like this was a well-planned and premeditated incident. We were anxiously awaiting the latest clues from the investigating officers.

Just at that moment, my phone rang again.

I quickly said to everyone, "It's that unknown number."

Atlas reached over and took my phone, then turned on the speaker.

The next second, the modulated voice echoed again. "Ms. Chloe, it seems you don't care about your father's safety, collaborating with the police as soon as you arrive. Aren't you afraid I'll be unfriendly to him?"

I instantly felt myself tense up and nervously looked at Atlas.

Atlas's handsome face remained expressionless.

should be careful.

Atlas's voice, the other party turned sinister, "I just want that notebook! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! Don't forget, the eight hours I mentioned

call was disconnected, followed by a

Everyone exchanged silent glances.

time they

who received us immediately arranged for

seems they are tracking our movements. How did they know we were with the

respond. He glanced at Cane, and

in and reported to the executive, "We checked

dash

Mr. George away. It was a tall man. It was too far to see his appearance clearly,

Atlas take a look," the executive

"Okay."

video on a computer, and the time and situation matched the

seemed to know the person. His demeanor wasn't one of

glanced at Atlas,