Beyond the Divorce

I discreetly assessed the newcomer and I found him to be a gentlemanly and refined middle-aged man, accompanied by our little cousin who had saved us the night before, Melvin.

Atlas quickly went to greet him. "Hello, Uncle."

The man nodded. "I've come to discuss a few things with you, Atlas."

Atlas nodded, walking side by side with the man into the study on the first floor.

Melvin immediately approached me with a mischievous smile. "How are you, Chloe?"

I gestured for him to sit down. "Please, have a seat. Have you had breakfast?"

"I haven't slept all night, so of course I need a hearty breakfast to replenish my energy. Do you have a sister, Chloe?" he suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

He looked at me with a sunny smile and explained, "You're so pretty, so your sister must be just as lovely. Can I get in line early?"

"Watch your manners, Mr. Melvin," Dylan warned, noticing his flattery.

Dylan. "Mind your own

me of Arnold but with a bit more mischief, since he was much younger

liked this little cousin of

all night. It seemed that both the Cross and Lively families had taken action last night. No wonder Atlas was

minutes with his uncle, Atlas came out of the study and briefly introduced us. That was when I learned that the refined man was Brock, Melvin's father. He was also the husband

me, playfully asking, "Can I

smiled and nodded. "Of course. You're

his tongue at me before turning and

our original plan to visit the bank, which was said to be the largest

were quite tedious, so

a few people were

incidents involving several major conglomerates. The

collapsed like dominoes overnight, sending shockwaves

seemed as calm as ever, waiting leisurely while the

eager to know if