Beyond the Divorce

Dramatic Changes Unfold



Just as her hand was about to touch me, Atlas kicked her away and quickly knocked me down onto the sofa.

Two crisp gunshots echoed in the hall, then a dull thud. It was followed by a commanding roar, "Nobody moves!"

The previously restless hall fell silent once again.

I found myself pinned beneath Atlas's tall figure, utterly bewildered by what had just happened.

As Atlas lifted me, I finally took in the scene before me. The sofa behind us had been pierced by bullets, leaving a gaping hole, indicating these were no ordinary bullets.

I grabbed onto Atlas, looking at him with horror. He shook his head reassuringly. "I'm fine."

It was then that I noticed the motionless big guy lying on the smooth ivory-colored marble floor beneath us. He lay there without a sound.

A stream of blood flowed outward from a hole in his head, rapidly spreading toward my feet.

It was a horrifying sight. I couldn't help but retch and moved back in horror.

"Don't be afraid." Atlas immediately held me close, covering my eyes.

But the thick scent of blood made me feel nauseous, and I couldn't stop gagging.

Atlas quickly moved me to a different spot, still holding me protectively as I struggled to control my heaving breaths.

"Do you still want to resist, Navi?"

I finally recognized the voice-it was Dylan.

It was Dylan who had fired the shots that killed the big guy. If he had been even slightly late, the situation could have turned dangerous.

"Where's Rory?" Dylan's gun was also aimed at Navi's head.

Navi burst into laughter suddenly. "Do you think you've won like this?"

The moment Navi spoke, Dylan shot his leg. Navi groaned and fell to his knees, but he continued to roar, "Atlas! You can't..."

"Don't touch him! I'll go..." Millard shouted, "Release him, and I'll go find Rory for you."

I knew this was Millard's best chance.

"Millard!" Navi looked at Millard.

"Boss, I can't let you die like this. As long as we're alive, there's still hope."

Millard pretended to be pained. "Don't touch him!"

Stella shouted, "Millard!"

"Ms. Stella, you can't neglect the boss like this." After saying that, he turned and walked away, followed closely by Tristan.

"You won't succeed." Navi gritted his teeth, still staring at what Cane held in his hands.

Cane smirked, flipping open the notebook and decisively lighting it with a lighter.

Instantly, flames erupted from the aged paper.

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Stella screamed and scrambled backward.

"Dylan! How dare you?"

"Hah!" Dylan looked disdainfully at Stella. "Who do you think you are? Slut!"

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For some reason, Dylan's words made me burst into unexpected laughter. It turned out that in his eyes, this 'Stella' was defined like that.

Seeing me smiling, Stella hysterically shouted, "Chloe, don't be smug now! You think you can see that old bastard? What I can't get, nobody else can..."

Before she could finish, Dylan raised his head and fired a shot, not at the ground this time, but at her shoulder.

She screamed, clutching her wound and glaring at Dylan with gritted teeth.

I glanced out the window. The sun had already set, and I looked at Atlas with concern, whispering, "What time is it?"

"6.25," Atlas replied.

"What?"

I suddenly felt uneasy. It was 6:25?