Beyond the Divorce



"What's going on?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked outside, only to see a motorcycle parked by the road, with a man standing next to it. Tris said, "It seems he has something to say."

Naturally, Tris knew Arton. They had met during their time in Bermuda and had worked together for several days.

"Arton!" I murmured softly. I quickly reached out to open the car door. Arton got in.

"Ms. Chloe!" As soon as he got in the car, he said, "Sorry for the intrusion."

"No problem. Go ahead." I was sure Arton must have had a reason to block my car.

"Denton hasn't been seen at the construction site. Our site is too large and not centralized. I tried to contact the other points, and it seems several recruits have been dispersed over the area. There might be loopholes, "Arton reported.

"I've made some inquiries and discovered that several newcomers have been wandering around. I'm afraid this is intentional, but I can't control them."

Arton said with certainty, "I spoke to my contact, the girl, but she didn't reply to me. I'm afraid we're acting too slowly. I've seen them. They're definitely not good people!"

"Oh?" I was a little worried after hearing Arton's words. It didn't matter whether those people were Denton's henchmen or just individuals with bad intentions. It wouldn't be a good thing for them to join our construction team.

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After all, the construction site currently lacked manpower, and people could come and go at any time. It would take work to guard against this.

"I can't always call you. Those people are cunning, and I'm afraid they'll check the phones. It's hard to contact them without a reason. That's why I waited for you here in advance. There's no surveillance in this location."

"How much do you know about the strangers?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I have no way of investigating the personnel at the construction sites." Arton looked helpless. "I'm worried. It's hard to control the area with so many strangers coming in."

I pondered momentarily, then took out my phone and called Grayson. "Can your subordinates keep an eye on the new workers?"

Grayson immediately replied, "I don't have the manpower to do that."

I remained silent for a moment. "I understand. Can you have your people on the site coordinate with mine, so we have a support system?"

"No problem." Grayson pondered momentarily and mentioned a person to me, and I informed him of Arton's situation.

"Those two can coordinate," Grayson agreed.

I thought for a moment. "In this

case, Arton and John can handle the quality supervision. That way, he'll have an excuse to go everywhere, which will make it convenient for him to move around."

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"Okay. But remember to tell Arton that my people are in charge, and he can deal with them directly. Don't be rashol have plans," Grayson

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reminded me repeatedly.

"Got it!"

I hung up and explained the situation in detail to Arton and told him about

the people he needed to neg

witho also called John and asked him to transfer Arton.

This way, Arton would have a reasonable excuse to inspect everything and interrogate the personnel at various sites.

After Arton listened to my instructions, he nodded confidently. "This is much better, Ms. Chloe. I'll go back to the construction site now."

"Remember to take time to go home and see your son," I reminded him.

He grinned, "Got it. My son can talk now. He's full of mischief!"

"I'll have to go see him when I have time." I smiled at the thought of the little one. I missed him.

Without wasting any time, Arton got out of the car and returned to the construction site.

We continued on our way back to Foswood.

Before we entered Foswood, Carol called. I quickly answered, and she said, "Chloe, are you back?"

"We're still on the way. We're almost in Foswood. What's up?" I asked.

"I've just received an invitation to a private gathering from Mr. Arthur," Carol reported.

"Mr. Arthur? Arthur Morgan?" I asked. It seemed to me that only Arthur Morgan was well-known among the Mr. Arthurs.

"That's right. I called you right away because the event is happening tonight, seven o'clock at Diamond Hall in Orewood." "Tonight?" I repeated, thinking that it seemed a little last minute.