Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1263 Unexpected Attack

Stella seemed to sense my emotions and turned to me, "Chloe, stop deluding yourself. You'll never see him again. Just consider him dead from that plane crash years ago!"

Then she laughed maniacally. "It was him who killed Louis and his wife. Atlas, you still treat her like she's a treasure, but if it weren't for Rory's betrayal, how could Louis and Hana have died? Now you're even embracing the daughter of your father's murderer! You're a good son indeed."

"Who are you to say all those things to me?" Atlas looked down at Stella, who was crawling on the ground nearby disdainfully.

"Hahaha... You'll regret it sooner or later. You want to find Rory? Forget about it. And Atlas, let me tell you, this time you might not be able to escape because... my people are arriving soon." "Then I'll see what your people are capable of," Atlas said nonchalantly.

"Since you're heartless to me, don't blame me for being indifferent to you. You're not the only one who can strategize, my dear cousin." Stella laughed wickedly.

Just then, Millard ran up, followed by a shake of the head from Tristan behind us.

My body shook, and I angrily shouted, "Where are they?"

Navi laughed recklessly, and Dylan's eyes turned red. He raised his hand and fired another shot at Navi's other leg. "Tell me, where are they?"

Before Navi could speak, a group of men in black burst in from outside. They didn't bother with questions and immediately started shooting, disregarding which side people were on. Chaos ensued as they advanced.

behind a pillar in the hall. Cane tossed the burning notebook away, shielding us, while Atlas drew a gun from behind

facing away from us.

erupted in the hall, with Atlas not only protecting me

was then that I realized how

leading to the back, a small

gestured for her

е

everyone

the main

both sides inside the hall were

"Millard,

the

hit the pillar next to her, and

already outnumbering those left

leave now. We could only hope

was dwindling rapidly, and they were clearly struggling to

shouted, "Dylan, take Mr. Atlas and Mrs. Chloe out