Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Evelyn shot me a glance, still glaring at me angrily.

"You're no good either. A divorced woman with a kid daring to seduce someone like Atlas! None of you are any good!"

She seemed determined to keep things vague.

I took a step forward. "I'll ask you again, who told you this?"

She stubbornly refused to make things clear. "It doesn't matter who told me. You two are just a pair of scheming women, trying to climb the social ladder by seducing men." Another resounding slap echoed.

Philip was genuinely shocked by his wife's antics. It seemed like he had invited trouble upon himself.

"Why don't you tell me who said these things?" Philip shouted, his eyes blazing. I knew he was trying to divert attention, but his foolish wife wasn't cooperating. "Why are you hitting me?!"

"Speak up!" Philip abandoned his usual refined demeanor and roared.

I saw Vicky's mouth twitching as she quietly retreated into the crowd, attempting to blend in.

Evelyn, covering her face, scanned the surroundings before suddenly pointing at Vicky.

"It was her who approached me, saying someone was seducing my husband and then said all those things!"

Vicky, unable to escape any longer, bit back.

"Are you insane? Do you just accuse whoever you see? I don't even know you! I don't know those two. Stop your ridiculous accusations!"

"You shameless woman! How dare you deny it?" Evelyn was furious, especially after being publicly slapped by her own husband.

I calmly looked at Vicky. "I really don't understand. This is a business cocktail party. How could someone like her infiltrate the event?"

My words caught the organizers' attention, especially those who knew who I was.

The executive in charge of the event stepped forward, addressing Vicky, "Excuse me, which company do you represent? How did you receive the invitation?"

Vicky widened her eyes, blinking. Then, she stole a glance at Liora, who remained composed.

With a raised chin, Vicky retorted, "I

received the invitation from Echelon Group. I'm their vice president. Why are you questioning me like this? I've attended plenty of events like these and never encountered such rudeness. It's outrageous!"

Suddenly, a deep, husky voice cut through, "Perhaps the one being outrageous is you? When did you become the vice president of Echelon Group? At Echelon Group, we don't do business by flaunting our connections. Our employees are highly qualified professionals. As for you..."

All eyes turned to the direction of the voice. The speaker was none other than Atticus.

Atticus, accompanied by his assistant and two executives, walked out of the crowd.

His gaze fixed on Vicky. "When did you become the vice president of Echelon Group? Our staff consists of highly qualified professionals. And you... Please don't taint Echelon's image." Both Vicky and Liora's faces paled.

"Uncle Atticus!"

"Please call me Atticus." His face remained stern.

This statement caught me off guard. I didn't expect Atticus to take this stance today. It wasn't in line with his usual behavior. In situations like this, he should have remained low-key.

Because of his actions, the attention was now focused on Atticus and Liora.

Liora's gaze was fixed on Atticus, but she did not dare to speak. It seemed like she had learned her lesson this time.

The trouble lied in Vicky. She was quite spirited. Sensing trouble, she looked at the silent Liora. "Aunt Liora, what does he mean? Why won't he let me call him uncle?"

In an instant, Liora became the center of attention, her face changing colors. She was caught in a dilemma.

Liora had no choice but to grit her teeth and ask, "Atticus, what do you mean by this?"

"Liora, why are you bringing disgrace

upon yourself? Don't you

understand? Atticus stared sternly at Liora, Let me advise you, take care of yourself and leave yourself a way out. Otherwise, you'll find yourself with no place to hide one day."

"Atticus, are you threatening me?" Liora was losing her composure.

The onlookers couldn't help but question why Atticus said such things to Liora.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, awaiting his response.