Beyond the Divorce

I followed his gaze, but nothing unusual was there.

Atlas calmly pulled me along as we strolled down the street. We satiated our hunger by exploring the entire food street. Afterwards, we left and returned to the car via the same route.

Arnold was nowhere to be seen. Not long after, I spotted him not too far away with two girls. They were the same two who had intercepted us at the hotel entrance.

Atlas ignored them and pulled me into the vehicle. "It's them?" I asked Atlas in confusion. He casually replied, "They've been following us all along."

"What?" I was surprised. "You mean those two have been following us?"NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Yeah," Atlas nodded.

Shortly after, Arnold entered the car while mumbling indignantly. "I've been protecting you from admirers since childhood. I can't believe you're still being surrounded by admirers and followed by little girls all over the street at this age. How embarrassing!" Atlas said shamelessly, " That's what we call charm! You get that?"

Arnold stepped on the brake abruptly, and I lunged forward. Atlas was on alert, so he reached out his long arm to pull me back. He sternly warned Arnold, "You need to drive more carefully!"

Arnold ignored Atlas's objections, looked at him, and said, "I can't believe you're still talking about charm now that you're married to my sister. I'm warning you, Atlas. If you mistreat my sister, I'll..."

Before he could even say the word 'hit', Atlas slapped him in the head. "Pay attention to the road, will you? Stop worrying about us!"

Disappointed, Arnold restarted the car and returned to the hotel.

As soon as we got back to the room, Arnold followed us inside. Arnold's phone rang just as Atlas was about to shove him out. Arnold glanced at Atlas, and Atlas stopped.

Arnold walked in briskly, answered the phone, and nodded occasionally.

After hanging up, he looked at us

and said, "Sean and the others suspect that Beatrice has been

taken to a small villa owned by the Chandler family. It's usually unoccupied, but someone was seen there a few days ago. Security there is tight. There are surveillance cameras all around, which makes it impossible for anyone to get close."

Atlas thought about it as he paced back and forth a few steps, then said, "Get some people to keep an eye on it. Figure out who's approaching and find a way to gather information on the situation. But don't make any sudden moves and avoid alerting them." "I'm confused. How could they take Beatrice away?" I mumbled to myself. "I think we should understand the situation first!"

Atlas looked at Arnold. "That's easy. Investigate that assistant doctor and find out what Beatrice has been through all these years."

"Let's get some early rest today. Sean will come over tomorrow morning," Arnold said. Then, he left for his room.

The following day, just after breakfast, Arnold knocked on our door to tell us that Sean had arrived.

Atlas and I hurried to Arnold's suite-style room next to ours.

Sean had gotten very familiar with us. After a brief greeting, he told us the results of their investigation. "Three people from the Chandler family Byron Chandler, Hazelyn Chandler, and Byron Chandler's current wife, Jocelyn Marrow-are albunder suspicion. They might all be involved in the murder case!"

That sentence left me stunned. What kind of family was this? Some kind of demonic clan?

"Beatrice had probably obtained some powerful evidence against them. That's why she suffered like that," Sean said helplessly. "But I'm short on manpower, and progress is slow. The higher-ups want to keep it low-key, too. Someone like Byron Chandler, who's influential in the local economy, must be connected to many others. It'll be hard to get the full picture of their network."

After thinking for a moment, Atlas said, "That's easy. I'll assign you a few assistants this afternoon. Make use of them."

Sean looked at Atlas with some doubt, saying diplomatically, "I'm afraid... if they're not professionals, it might..."

"You don't need to worry about that!" Atlas interrupted him.

Arnold agreed and nodded very sincerely.