Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Upon hearing Martin's words, Atlas's expression brightened. He turned and strode toward the table, but his tone lacked warmth as he said, "What rules?" Martin stood up and glared at Atlas. The former gritted his teeth and feigned composure, saying, "The rules of Bourdamun and the Terrels."

"Unfortunately, you can't represent Bourdamun, and your family's rules can't constrain me." Atlas was firm, and the glint in his eyes made Martin uneasy. The man before Martin exerted immense pressure.

Jeremiah was eager to protect Martin, stepping forward and pointing at me. "Chloe, you ungrateful bitch! You don't appreciate kindness, do you? Since you've come here, it won't be so easy to leave."

He suddenly grabbed my wrist. A moment later, Atlas snatched a fork from Kimberly and jabbed it into Jeremiah's hand.

Jeremiah squealed and instantly released my wrist. He clutched his hand in terror, with blood flowing from his wound. He looked at Atlas fearfully and retreated.

"What made you think you could touch her?" The anger in Atlas's eyes was inexplicable.

before her caused the terrifying scene. She stepped back, still unable to understand how Atlas had taken the fork

never expected Altas to be so overpowering. Martin realized he was lightyears

pointed at

days of flaunting his power. He took a

a group

fierce-looking men barged in.

he sneered, saying, "I apologize,

referring to these guys? Is this how you and your family

took a seat and pulled me