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.

at Dylan. "Mind

continued bantering with me. He reminded me of Arnold but with a bit

quite liked this

words, it was clear that they had been up all night. It seemed that both the Cross and Lively families had taken action

study and briefly introduced us. That was when I learned that the refined man was Brock, Melvin's father. He was also the husband of Atlas's aunt. After exchanging some pleasantries,

to me, playfully asking,

"Of course. You're welcome

tongue at

the bank, which was said to be the largest in the

tedious, so I

few people were

the headlines reporting the recent incidents involving several major conglomerates. The reports clearly showed that this was not merely a private activity but a joint effort by the authorities and relevant

had collapsed like dominoes overnight, sending shockwaves

calm as ever, waiting leisurely while

I felt a bit nervous, eager to know if what we wanted was inside the