Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 224 Out of the Frying Pan Into the Fire

I wondered why Atticus was going to such lengths to help me when we didn’t know each other well. It had to be more than it seemed

Yet, I couldn’t figure out his motive. What could he gain from assisting a small, relatively unknown company like mine?

He studied me for a moment and then chuckled. “You’re unsure, aren’t you? Consider it a repayment for the favor you did for me before. I don’t like having debts to anyone, especially not to a woman.”

“In the professional world, Mr. Atticus, don’t treat me like just a woman!” I replied half–jokingly.

“You? Not a woman?” He laughed heartily. “Who could ever think otherwise?”

After a laugh, he added, “Don’t dwell on it too much. This is a small matter, hardly worth mentioning compared to the favor you did for me. Besides, you’ll cover the wages, so I think it’s a fair exchange. This

industry isn’t that big, after all. Let’s support each other.”

“Alright! Thank you, Mr. Atticus! I’ll remember your kindness. If there’s anything I can do for you in the

future, I won’t hesitate to help.”

knew not to overanalyze the situation. Overcoming this challenging period was the priority. When faced

life–or–death situation, I wasn’t one

voluntarily. Rejecting his offer would be disrespectful and

to my downfall.

I left the club. It was a

chat.

I got into the car, I told Grayson,

held a meeting to address the situation. Ryan, too, felt things weren’t as straightforward as they appeared, but we had no other

if we were going to gamble,

we solved one problem, another arose. The problem with the construction team was fixed, but

construction team told us the measurements didn’t match, making window installation impossible. Knowing Fred’s meticulous nature, this problem seemed

the window dimensions but didn’t align

claiming there hadn’t been on–site measurements. However, the blueprints from the

blueprints had been cleverly changed. Only the information on the

told Fred to stop

three parties convened at ATL Empire to discuss the issue. I couldn’t change the dimensions without unanimous agreement, and the blueprints

sending them to Fred, our technicians had

reeked of suspicion.