Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 876 Not a Good Man

When I arrived at the Huffman residence, Anson was sitting alone on a recliner in the backyard gazebo. He looked lonely.

He immediately perked up when he saw me walk in. "Why are you here, Chlo? Aren't you busy?"

"I came to have lunch with you." I smiled, walking over and taking a seat across from him.

He sat up and looked at me, smiling. "That's nice of you, Chlo."

"I've been busy and I haven't had a chance to see you. I don't know how you've been feeling. I have to go to the capital tomorrow, so lunch is the best I can do." I reached over to pour him a cup of tea.

"Yeah, I know you're busy. I heard Bourdamun went smoothly." Anson looked at me, aware of my project in Bourdamun.

"Don't even talk about that. I almost didn't make it here to see you. But luckily, everything turned out okay." I sighed, taking a sip of tea.

"What happened?" he asked, sitting up straight and putting down his teacup.

"You know Bourdamun. There's always someone manipulating things behind the scenes. That led to a series of chain reactions. I took over the project, and naturally, someone was unhappy, which led to some trouble," I explained.

causing trouble?" Anson's eyes

hard to say for sure right now, but the prime suspect is Liora, pulling strings from the shadows,"

Eugene's

Do you know Eugene?"

"He's not

a crook." I chuckled, remarking on his actions. "He's

morally corrupt all his life. He's proficient in all the wrong

to have such a bad reputation. I thought what I heard was biased," I said,

has rectal cancer now. He probably won't last much

is just like him, and he favors her. As long as it benefits her, she won't let it go I heard she has a

else's company, made an enemy of me, and targeted me repeatedly. This time was

woman is really arrogant. She dared

to think much of

servants came to tell us that lunch was ready. Anson quickly stood up. "Let's go, Chlo. We can keep talking while we

to the dining room together. Lunch at the Huffman residence was a good

to eat, Atlas walked in confidently. It seemed like he was at home in

as I asked, "Why