Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

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Michelle was left stunned in such an unpredictable situation.

Suddenly hearing her name from Atlas, her face lit up, and she nodded frantically. "Yes, I'm Michelle. Chloe and | were college roommates and very close friends. It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Atlas. Actually... we've met before." As she spoke, her face was adorned with a coy smile, her eyes full of affection as she gazed at Atlas.

Ignoring her nauseating expression, Atlas turned to look at Tyler.

Tyler approached him with a flattering smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Atlas." Atlas cast a cold glance at him. His thin lips curled into a smile that was hard to decipher.

"Earlier, were you trying to force my wife to drink with you?"

Atlas sounded mad. He reached into his pocket, took out a handkerchief, and grabbed a bottle of clear water from the table. With a swift pour onto the handkerchief, he walked over to me.

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He was delicately wiping my wrist that had been grabbed earlier. | allowed him to tend to me while Michelle watched with resentment.

After wiping my wrist, Atlas pulled me close and examined it. "Did it hurt when he grabbed you?" "I'm in a hurry." | whispered to him.

"Don't worry, your dear husband will ensure you're not late.

I'll take you there later." He spoke softly.

Everyone was left stunned. His cold tone from earlier suddenly turned into a warm one, and the tension in the room dissipated.

"It's just a joke. Mr. Atlas, | might have gone a bit too far." Tyler wore a forced smile as he addressed Atlas. "Mr.

Atlas, now that you're here, please have a seat. We are fortunate to have you join us, and it's something we couldn't even dream of. It's fate that brought us together today. Please, Mr. Atlas, let's share a glass of wine." "Oh? You want to have a drink, huh?" He fixed his gaze on Tyler, tossing the handkerchief he had

just used to wipe my wrist onto Tyler's face, saying, "Sure. Dylan, bring the drinks in Tyler was unsure of how to react.

Benedict chuckled and took a step forward, but Atlas suddenly raised his head and cast a chilling glance at him.

Atlas grabbed a chair and gently assisted me in sitting down while he stood by my side.

Dylan had already instructed a waiter to bring vodka to the table.

"Come on. A toast to you, Mr. Tyler." Atlas said it icily.

Dylan signaled behind him, and two attendants swiftly approached, one reaching for a bottle of vodka and skillfully opening it.

Tyler sensed trouble and was about to react, but the other attendant quickly controlled him.

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Just as he was about to speak, the one holding the wine firmly gripped Tyler's chin. With a forceful twist, a bone- chilling ‘crack’ echoed, forcing him toppen his mouth wide.

Holding the bottle, the attendant poured the liquor into his

mouth.

After forcing down one bottle on Tyler, the attendant let go of his chin, Tyler's face was deathly pale. With his mouth still agape and eyes wide in disbelief, he stared at Atlas.

"What's wrong? Not enough?" Atlas looked at him.

Tyler continued to stare at Atlas, unable to utter a word.

His mouth was wide open, drool dripping from the corners, looking repulsive.

He looked at Michelle with a hint of despair. She took a shaky step forward, attempting to touch me. Dylan swiftly kicked her away, sending her crashing into the table, which toppled over. As a result, the hot dishes spilled over her, making her roll on the floor.

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