Beyond the Divorce

"I think you better tell me exactly what you were doing at the hospital," Hazelyn said arrogantly with her arms crossed over her chest.

I smiled and softly said, "Ms. Hazelyn, right? Who says you can't discuss investments while wearing a simple outfit?"

Hazelyn exaggeratedly laughed. "Look at you. You're dressed so shabbily yet dare to be so confident."

"Ms. Hazelyn, do you place so much importance on money? What kind of attire, in your opinion, would make someone look like an investor?" I pressed on with a challenging tone.

She snorted dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Certainly not like you. Just tell me. What exactly are you doing in Gerby?"

The people around us shifted their attention to me, and their gazes now carried suspicion, as if I were some dubious character.

I calmly said, "What? Is it necessary to inform the Chandler family whenever someone comes to Gerby?"

"It depends on the matter. I think it's necessary for your case," Hazelyn said unapologetically.

Gabriel, by her side, had yet to say a word. He gazed at me indifferently, not intervening. I instantly lost any favorable impression I might have had of him.

I felt sad for Beatrice for having a boyfriend like this back then.

"So, every outsider here needs your family's permission?"

"Since when did the threshold for Gerby's business event become so low? Can anyone of this caliber enter this place? You're dressed in such a low-class manner, yet you dare stand here and confront me? Gerby is not a place for people like you!"

"Who do you think you are?" A penetrating voice came from behind the crowd.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

As soon as this statement was made, the gathering crowd became restless, turning their heads to look behind them.

What caught everyone's eyes was a tall and sturdy figure, exuding a powerful aura. Crystal lights illuminated his stunningly handsome face, giving him a golden halo that accentuated his nobility.

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seemed divine.

The man exuded a cold aura and an imposing presence that warned strangers to keep their distance. He walked like a ruler surveying his kingdom, and his head was held

high as he approached.

Wherever he went, there were subdued gasps.

I was stunned by the spectacle. Like all the women around me, I was mesmerized and had a silly smile.

How could my husband be so handsome? It was just unreasonable.

Ignoring all the gasps and praises, he walked directly to my side and embraced me. Then he turned around, facing Hazelyn, "My wife doesn't need your scrutiny. Who do you think you are?"

With this casual remark, everyone was bewildered, casting disdainful glances at Hazelyn.

I saw Hazelyn already petrified, her eyes unable to shift away from Atlas's handsome face.

As for Gabriel, his eyes were fixed on Atlas's figure. The imposing aura emanating from him left Gabriel dumbfounded.

Just then, a man recognized Atlas and exclaimed, "Mr. Atlas, it's you!"

Someone asked the man, "Who is he?"

"This is Mr. Atlas Pierce, CEO of ATL Empire." The man joyfully exclaimed, clearly pleased to have recognized him. "What? Mr. Atlas?"

"The richest man in the world?"

"I-Is he really Atlas? Atlas is in Gerby? Oh my. Is he here to discuss a project?"