Beyond the Divorce

Three of us were going-myself, Atlas, and Cane. Cane had arrived with Nick yesterday to handle some follow-up business on the projects.

Atlas's project team from ATL Empire consisted of top-notch global elites, including legal experts. Those professionals would respond swiftly to potential investment projects, ensuring a seamless progression. In the past few days, the projects in Gerby had become a focal point. But the ones Atlas were most optimistic about were not necessarily the most prominent. That was why Nick's team had returned to handle them. Cane was no ordinary special assistant. He, like Dylan, excelled in both literary and military pursuits. Atlas's safety was naturally entrusted to Dylan and Cane.

Dylan was currently dealing with something else, which left Cane by Atlas's side.

The Chandler family greeted us warmly and sincerely when we arrived. Some of them seemed unwilling to do so, but they had no choice.

Byron must have experienced the harsh reality of the business world. In this arena, the strong devoured the weak, and Byron, being less competent, had suffered the consequences.

The Chandler family's courtyard was impressive. Theo must have visited the real family home of the Chandler family, which was not this one.

Byron welcomed us personally, and as soon as we entered the house, I took a closer look at the woman who had brought about the downfall of the entire Keller family-Jocelyn.

Jocelyn was now middle-aged, but she maintained her appearance very well. She looked graceful and didn't seem to show any signs of aging. Her eyes were particularly enchanting, full of spirit and vitality.

When her gaze met Atlas's, who exuded charisma and elegance, she was visibly stunned. It seemed that Atlas's charm could captivate anyone, regardless of age. Even Jocelyn, who was now a middle-aged woman, found herself momentarily enchanted. She gave him an alluring look, which almost tempted me to slap her.

Byron coughed disapprovingly, but Jocelyn seemed fixated, as if she were stuck in a trance.

Jocelyn immediately withdrew her gaze. It was clear she was a cunning and astute woman.

Her ability to adapt was remarkable. After retracting her gaze, she immediately wore a friendly smile.

Her words were exceptionally pleasant. "Oh my, look at you, Mr. Atlas and Mrs. Chloe. I'm a sucker for good looks, and you two are a sight to see. You're such a perfect match A handsome man and a beautiful woman make a superb combination. I'm fascinated, even at my age. If I were younger, I'd

become a fan of yours too."

Her words were beautifully crafted, instantly dispelling the tension from her earlier slip. She appeared to be friendly, and her flattery was beyond doubt.

I couldn't help but wonder why her daughter hadn't inherited her smooth-talking abilities.

She was shrewd. Her words were a

hrewd.

skillful blend of truth and falsehood, effectively concealing her true thoughts. No wonder Helen had been so easily deceived by her She had faced imminent death without knowing what was happening. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

But her daughter was nowhere near as cunning as she was. She was just a foolish girl.

Hazelyn was a failed product of both Byron and Jocelyn in terms of cunning and looks. She had inherited the flaws of both her parents, even in appearance.

It was like she had rushed out to meet the world without carefully preparing herself.

Right then she walked in with

Gabriel and stared at me numbly but she was excessively ingratiating to Atlas. She smiled at him and tried to get his attention, but Atlas remained indifferent throughout.

Her eager desire to be noticed by Atlas made me disdainful of Gabriel, the man by her side.