Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Not a drop was wasted. The whole glass of wine landed right in Benedict's face.

After slamming the empty glass on the table with a sharp sound, I glared at him and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you're someone important just because you surround yourself with a few sycophants? Hmph... they're just flies buzzing around dung!"

Benedict's face was covered in wine, and he choked on the spicy sting. He quickly wiped his face, then slammed the table, pointing at me, "Y-You little bitch! You asked for this."

Tyler had been shocked by my actions, but he quickly snapped out of it and stood up. He pointed at me and berated, "Look what your friend has done, Michelle. Teach her a lesson!"

It seemed like Michelle was genuinely scared, and she was desperately eager to make me submit.

Michelle raised a hand to strike me. I swiftly dodged her hand, stood up, and delivered a firm slap in return. The sound echoed as my palm landed on her face.

She stood there dumbfounded. I stared at her fiercely and said, "What? We were classmates, so I did you a favor by coming here today. How dare you challenge me and my decisions? How dare you drag me here to accompany some man? Don't you have anything better to do? Back off!"

I gave Michelle a piece of my mind and pushed her away. I grabbed my bag, ready to leave.

Tyler wasn't having it. He took a step forward and roared, "I won't let you leave! You said you know Atlas? I'll make his woman entertain us tonight."

Tyler's menacingly grabbed my wrist and snatched the glass in front of Benedict. With a forceful tug backward, he sneered, "If you can't make Atlas come here, you'll have to drink this yourself..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door suddenly swung open, accompanied by a deep voice. "I'd like to see who's drinking. Can I join in?"

As the voice faded, Atlas walked in, exuding an intense aura.

When his gaze fell on Tyler gripping my wrist, his face darkened instantly. His gaze turned sharp.

"Let her go!"

The command was so forceful that

it startled Tyler, who quickly released his grip.

imposing figure.

All eyes shifted to t

Tyler quivered, clueless about what had just transpired.

It wasn't clear if he recognized Atlas, but judging by the way he looked at him, it

With med he wasn't

this handsome but scary man.

I was sure the look in Atlas's eyes had left Tyler uneasy.

Benedict gasped. "Why have you graced us with your presence, Mr. Atlas? We're so glad you joined us here today."

Michelle, who was fixated on Atlas's flawless face, seemed entranced.

"Really? Were you the one who wanted to invite me here for a drink?" He questioned with a knowing intent.

Benedict tried to remain composed and forced a smile. "Haha... Mr. Atlas, I'm Benedict Torres from Havenhill Corporation."

Overjoyed he continued, "That was

just a misunderstanding. Ms. Chloe

and I were just playing arouve didn't expect you to actually show up."

"You're Michelle, right?" Atlas casually turned his gaze to the shocked Michelle.