Beyond the Divorce



Mia's response was well-founded.

Even the shrewdest individuals would have considered that the Tomlinson family might want to leverage Arthur's influence, which was understandable since they would soon be family.

Moreover, the Tomlinson family was already in business, and no one could say much about their true intentions.

So, I was convinced that the focus of this shift was Mia, as she clearly stated that she was more interested in business.

Just then, Arthur signaled something to the waiters, and the banquet began immediately with everyone taking their seats. Atlas came over to escort me, and Mia immediately stood up, "I'll excuse myself now. I need to attend to the guests."

I stood up just as Oliver came over with a smile too.

"Oliver, are you feeling better?" I asked quickly. After all, Oliver was injured because of me.

"I'm much better now. Thank you for your concern." He took Lauren's hand, then asked Atlas, "Shall we go together?" The four of us turned, and Arthur waved us over, indicating our seats. It seemed there was already a plan in place.

When everyone was seated, I realized this table was the head table.

Interestingly, Arthur's wife was busy welcoming the female guests and hadn't joined this table.

As soon as the dishes were served, I felt a discomfort in my stomach. Atlas immediately noticed my unease and whispered, "Are you feeling unwell?" Glancing at the others at the table and seeing Lauren looking our way, I said to Atlas, "I'm fine, I'll have Lauren accompany me to the restroom." Lauren had already received my signal, and she stood up, stretching out her hand to me. I quickly got up, and we headed to the restroom together. After splashing cold water on my face, I felt much better.

Lauren looked at me and asked, "Do you constantly get nauseous?"

"Not really. Perhaps the food is a bit strong-scented today." I shook off the water from my hands and took a deep breath. "I'm much better now." Just as we were leaving the restroom, a woman walked in. She gave us a faint glance and walked out after washing her hands.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Lauren and I exchanged glances and raised our eyebrows, not paying much attention to her. Then, we returned to the hall together.

The dinner was well underway. Atlas saw me return and helped me settle back into my seat. I could tell he was about to ask me how I was feeling from the affection in his gaze.

"I'm fine," I quickly intercepted his impending question, afraid of drawing unnecessary attention.

As the dinner progressed late into the night, Arthur remained in high spirits. It was evident that he was very pleased with his future son-in-law.

Atlas, worried that I might be tired, had already excused himself much earlier, with Oliver and Lauren following suit.

Arthur was particularly jovial tonight,

having had quite a bit to drink. As he

saw us off he held Atlas's hand tightly and spoke sincerely, "Atlas Forge ahead and lead Foswood's business community. Nothing is a problem for you."

Atlas just smiled faintly without making any promises.

Listening closely, I could tell that

Arthur's words had a hidden

meaning. What did he mean by leading Foswood's business

community? Was he hinting to Atlas to collaborate with Ernest?

As we got into the car, I noticed that the driver had been switched to Dylan.

Addressing Dylan, Atlas said, "Check into Leonard's background. Also, find out about his business distribution."

"Understood." Dylan nodded.

Atlas didn't say much more and held me closer, softly asking, "Are you tired?"

"I'm okay," I replied dismissively, then said to Atlas, "It seems Mr. Arthur is quite pleased with his future son-in-law."

Atlas didn't respond.

I continued, "You know Lance, right?"

"I do," he affirmed. "He's close to Leonard."

"I was wondering why everyone suddenly wants to come back to Foswood. Don't you find it strange? I remarked casually. "They say the Tomlinson family wants to establish an e-commerce platform here."

"The man's intentions lie elsewhere," Atlas said nonchalantly. "What do you mean?" I asked.