Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 218 A Forced Order

I didn’t know whether to answer since Atlas was calling.

Meanwhile, my dad seemingly assessed my emotions. I reluctantly answered the call. The voice on the other end said, “I’m at the airport. Come and pick me up.

was speechless at his command. He usually had assistants around him but still wanted me to pick him up. I wondered if he considered me a chauffeur or a servant.

“Sorry, I have guests at home and can’t come-” I replied indifferently.

Before I could finish, he hung up. I nearly cursed him aloud for hanging up on me again. I was about to leave my phone on the coffee table when I received a text. It was a picture of Ryan with bags in hand.

Below it, the message read, “Is this the guest you must stay home for? When did he become so important

ou can’t leave? Ava must be waiting for me to have dinner with her.”

that you

I was outraged while looking at the message. I thought Atlas was bold for accessing the surveillance footage at my house.

“What do you want?” I returned his text. I felt powerless and didn’t know what else to do.

or not?” Atlas replied, his words even more forceful

I knew he would appear at my door within an hour. Also, I didn’t want to put Ryan in an awkward spot. I was furious and indifferent. However,

smiled awkwardly.

my keys, and fled. I feared my dad would stop me. I felt pitiful when

finally leaving. I told myself we’d have to meet sooner

didn’t answer but was already striding toward me. He put his luggage in

a little

to talk to him. I just didn’t

drive and remembered how he looked that

silence. Atlas seemed lost in thought while I subconsciously drove

place. Finally, he said, “Do you want me

unintentionally pressed the brakes. “I don’t know the way

gritted teeth,

and roared, “You can get out if you want!”

what I said as I gripped the steering wheel. I flinched when he slammed the car door. Unexpectedly, he walked to the driver’s

to the passenger side and pushed me in. Then, he went to the driver’s seat and

clung to the seat, closing my eyes and turning away. However, Atlas simply reached over and fastened my seatbelt before saying, “You’re

but he had already started the car and sped away. This time, I memorized the route he took. His place was

inwardly cursed him. I thought having such a massive garden in his house was outrageous and a of space. However, he didn’t follow the route I remembered. Instead, he turned the

of the