Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Arnold explained how he knew about these things.

From this perspective, this was the most authentic version. The reason everyone kept silent was to avoid public outrage. After all, this was not a glorious matter, no matter from which angle you looked at it. This was the dark side of the city.

"Looking at it now, I don't think Atticus will deceive you. This turned out to be an unexpected stroke of luck. Atticus has some merits. He's very sharp-minded. Think about it. He turned a small contractor's business into the leading one in Foswood. That's his strength!

"But it shows he's not afraid to go the extra mile. He's a businessman, right? It's normal to go the extra mile for profit. Otherwise, how could he achieve his goals? Of course, now the leading power is you!" When he said this, he put on a playful smile.

"In my opinion, our grandma is the most shrewd," I praised.

"That's right, she's quite the strategist," Arnold openly admitted.

We both burst into laughter.

Before we could finish our conversation, Atlas walked in. Glancing at the time, I realized it was already the end of the workday.

He entered my office, and upon seeing Arnold there, his handsome face turned cold. "What are you doing here? You look quite idle."

With a lazy and triumphant expression, Arnold replied, "If I weren't idle, how could I have helped you drive away Melvern?"

already cold face became even darker. He asked

snorted. "He wanted me to take over Ardora's

Atlas asked, coldly discerning the problem. He immediately pointed out the flaw. "Does he want you to clean up his mess? He's clearly

and told him I had no interest in Ardora. Even if I were interested, I'd handle it myself, and

to press it against the back of my couch. "My girl is amazing! You need to have this dominance. If you want something, just take it, right? Why bother settling?" Then, regardless of whether Arnold

decency! I'm still here, and

lost. Go home and take care

as he finished speaking, Arnold's phone rang. He quickly took it out, glanced at the screen, and his

sweet and cutesy voice came through the phone as soon as he

never home. You promised to pick me up from kindergarten. Can you keep your

she spoke, Arnold

didn't forget! I came

I came to ask your mommy for help, but your mommy asked-about my

to Mommy!" This mischievous girl didn't believe

back soon. Don't talk to Uncle Arnold

tell him I miss him!" Her voice turned