Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I hung up the call, and at this time, Carol walked in, holding a stack of documents. I thought they were piled-up files, so I asked her, "So many? Didn't Ryan handle them?"

Carol looked at me and asked, "Don't you need the development plan for old Bourdamun?"

I nodded. "Yes."

She waved the stack of documents in her hand and said, "These are it."

"Oh?" I exclaimed in surprise at the documents in Carol's hand.

Seeing my expression, Carol chuckled, "I've reviewed this plan. Chloe, it's incredibly creative. The plan and budget are precise and reasonable. This is what a plan should be. You'll know once you take a look."

I took the documents and said, "Hold a mid-level management meeting in an hour. I've been away from the company for so long, and I want to know the current status and progress."

Most importantly, I needed to study the recruitment plan, bring in those people as soon as possible, and ensure everything was in order.

I asked Carol to call Atticus and arrange lunch together later. Then, I eagerly got into work mode.

I was immediately drawn into the details. Carol informed me it was time for the meeting, but I was reluctant to let go of the documents. How could I digest them in just one hour? Although it was my idea, their meticulous work made me eager to dive in. Reluctantly, I put down the documents and went directly to the meeting room with Carol.

I didn't have a moment's rest all morning. The meeting lasted until noon, and I headed straight to Vanderberg Palace after that.

Engaging in work mode after a long break was truly enjoyable. It seemed that I liked to be busy.

As I drove, I contemplated the development plan. I had to admit experts were called experts for some reason. Although I only glanced at it briefly, I was already impressed. It seemed necessary for me to meet with this planning team again. Then I had to negotiate with Noah as soon as possible.

When I arrived at Vanderberg Palace, the receptionist told me Atticus was already there. I quickly went to the private room he had booked.

Atticus was on the phone when I entered. He gestured to me as I came in, and I sat on the sofa, planning my schedule.

Just then, Ivanna's call came in. I quickly excused myself to take the call, not wanting to disturb Atticus, as I could tell his call was important.

I picked up Ivanna's call, and she asked where I was. I told her I was having lunch with Atticus.

"I forgot to ask you yesterday. When are you going to Gerby?"

"I'm planning to go on Wednesday."

"Alright, got it. Are you still going to the hospital later?"

"I can't say for sure now. It depends

on the

ation." I felt like time was

slipping away, and I was considering whether I should make a trip Bourdamun later.

"Then send Theo's phone number to me later." Ivanna reminded me, "Don't forget."

"Sure, I'll do it right away." I hung up without asking why she needed Theo's number. I flipped through my contacts and sent his number to her.

Back in the room, Atticus had finished his call, and the dishes we ordered had arrived.

The aroma of the food wafted over, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I took a deep breath to suppress the nausea.

Atticus noticed something was off with me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I quickly covered up, "Nothing, just feeling a bit unwell these past few days."

Just then, the lemon water I ordered arrived. I took a sip, feeling refreshed by its light acidity.

"You didn't go to Solaris?" Atticus asked casually.

"Yeah, but the seasons changed. I

wanted to visit Archie, but it turns out he came back, so I saved myself the trip back and forth. But I still

have to go to Gerby on Wednesday."

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I put down my glass. It had been a long time since I had seen Atticus. We hadn't met formally since he ended things with Liora.

"Feeling on top of the world lately?" I asked him teasingly, then smiled at him. "That liberated feeling must be nice."

The man in front of me indeed seemed more joyful and refreshed than before.

"Yeah. You don't know about my situation yet. I've been burdened for too long, and I finally got rid of her." He didn't deny his contentment.

"Any news about Liora? What did the

cops say?" I asked Atticus, as I had been interested in this issue. After all, Liora had run away, and she hadn't been caught yet.