Beyond the Divorce

After yesterday's events, Atlas didn't let me out of sight for a moment and insisted on taking me with him tonight.

Dylan and the others split up to make arrangements for the next steps after discussing some business.

Atlas instructed me to go upstairs and nap, so I had no choice but to comply.

With Arnold and Hana gone, many things suddenly went quiet.

Meanwhile, Anya was catching up with Loak. She would return to Navi's base with Dylan later.

As night fell, Atlas and I freshened up. He had already prepared the clothes I was supposed to wear.

We set off on time, accompanied only by Cane and another bodyguard I recognized from yesterday's shopping trip. It seemed he hadn't been injured.

I had worried if he could handle the situation, facing four adversaries alone, but now it appeared he was quite professional.

We left Anya at the hotel since Atlas said she wasn't ready to show her face publicly.

The night scenery here was enchanting, with the streetlights casting colorful reflections, making every building look wonderful.

along the main street, passing by many landmarks,

by my side, but what worried me was whether we would reach an

Atlas wouldn't hand over

car finally stopped in front of a mansion with a small square. The scene before us was breathtakingly beautiful, showcasing the unique culture of this country. Could this be Navi's residence? It was very grand, indicating that he wasn't just

their discussion at noon, I had overheard

who had ruined his own life but laid the foundation for

of goodwill, he had arranged for the meeting to be

leave my side," Atlas reminded me before getting

"Got it," I replied.

of the car and helped me out. I looped my arm through

all the landscape lights illuminating the mansion, making it even

confidant of Navi, who looked like a butler, greeted us at the entrance and led us to the front door of the main

was standing tall in the middle one on a step. He held a

was dressed in a white robe, their country's traditional attire, and

Phim a commanding presence.

different. He appeared to be smiling, and a hint of cunning

escorted me confidently toward