Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1129 A Man Hunt

Sean had brought back information revealing that Deputy Director Raymond Holt and the head of citizen data, Melissa Marrow, had supported Byron. However, the real mastermind remained elusive.

Deep in thought, Atlas told Sean, "Start investigating from the prison. There's something fishy about Pierre Keller's sudden death there. I don't think his death is that simple, considering what happened to Pierre's wife and daughter." "I've already started looking into all the prison guards who had contact with Pierre," Sean informed Atlas. "I'm checking them one by one."

Atlas nodded and advised Sean, "Keep a close eye on Byron's contacts. Pay attention to every phone call he makes."

I felt that the situation had reached its climax. The truth was about to be unveiled.

Sean added, "We've been monitoring the situation online. Byron seems to be trying to suppress those reports."

"Let it continue to ferment. Intensify the pressure on him," Atlas determinedly instructed. "The more he tries to suppress it, the more we expose him."

Sean grinned wickedly. "Got it. Just watch! I'm heading out..."

"Hold on. Leave the official hotline and reporting mailbox. Keep pushing them constantly and make him nervous!" Atlas added.

Sean whistled and walked out. After a few steps, he noticed that Arnold had no intention of following him. Turning back, he looked at Arnold. "Are you coming or not?"

my sister." Arnold playfully leaned into the sofa. "Besides, Finn isn't there anymore, and the food's

banter. As I was about to speak, Atlas shot him a stern look. "Don't you have any

leave? I'm staying here with my

Right now!"

up reluctantly,

a wife, and it'll be a win-win situation. Can't you read the situation and make a strategic move?" Finn blushed at his words and quickly stood up. "I'm leaving! I'll go back

he informed Atlas, "I'm going back to the

cast a worried glance upstairs and walked out

help but burst

the cable factory, then delved into his connections with Jocelyn and how he met Helen. The unfolding narrative was like an invisible hand untangling the web, reveating each

a twinge of sympathy for Byron's

the details

could sense that tonight would be

hearty dinner. But every time I saw her hands and heard her voice, my heart would

apparent well-being, she remained pretty silent. She would occasionally stare blankly at nothing as if she

her call with me that Beatrice took a keen interest. "Is she all grown

was referring

quickly sat