Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Atticus smiled, saying, "Indeed, I won't engage in a battle without preparing for it. Of course, I can't be shameless either because it would be too greedy. I wouldn't have a favorable outcome if I made a move on Bourdamun without assurance."

"It looks like you're the crafty one," I said straightforwardly, "So, you traded a stagnant pond for a vast ocean? You're winning with a clear conscience."

I had to admit I felt a little uncomfortable. Atticus was extremely cunning.

He chuckled somewhat embarrassedly, "It's like that for me, but Atlas also obtained a boundless opportunity. Do you think he's easy to shake? Perhaps he wouldn't have let go if he hadn't had you back then. I admit it was an unsportsmanlike victory."

It was apparent Atticus was sincere and seemed to hold Atlas in high regard. "Muborough is reaching saturation while Bourdamun has excellent potential. You've also acquired a piece of valuable land. How could Atlas lose?

"That way, we can dominate our specific territories or merge with more opportunities for collaboration. Isn't that great?"

"How so?"

"Think about it. You can focus on branding, and I'll lead in construction. There's no conflict there. We can join forces

you a

alliance." He sipped his tea and leaned into the sofa. "On the contrary, we're friends in private. I considered you one since you approached me during that

young, talented, and highly ambitious. Although we have yet to collaborate, I believe

wouldn't focus much on real estate development but

of Atticus and Atlas cooperating were slim unless the

will be opportunities," Atticus asserted,

a new impression of him. It

the dishes arrived,

the restroom. When I reached the corridor, I brushed shoulders with a man in a cap.

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private room, Atticus pointed at my bag and said, "You