Beyond the Divorce

"You left without a word, so how could I ask them to come?" Ryan grumbled, "But we had a discussion in the video call and provided them with relevant data. After explaining our ideas, they were interested and suggested visiting for an inspection, which came as a surprise

to me." "Oh?" I looked at Ryan and said seriously, "I don't want to collaborate on this project. I want us to do it on our own."

"I understand. They want to inspect on-site to get a more accurate positioning. After all, global trends in tourism projects are booming, especially those with their own uniqueness. If the plan is feasible, then they can help us connect with opportunities globally," Ryan explained. "Alright, when you come back from Solaris, we can put this matter on the formal agenda." I suggested tentatively.

He glanced at me, speaking with a somewhat complaining tone, "Wait until I come back to discuss it? I know you too well. You're whimsical. You can just leave without saying anything. If I make an appointment, and you're not there, it'll be in vain. I need to align with your plans."

I chuckled, standing up to defend myself. "When have I ever slackened off in my work? I may have left without a word, but have I been lazy in serious matters? It was a special circumstance!"

"The thing is you have too many special circumstances, and they come without any warning," Ryan complained.

I giggled because that was true.

After I left Ryan's office, I called for Carol to accompany me to Bourdamun.

While going downstairs, I made a phone call to Atlas, briefing him on my trip to Bourdamun and informing him about the dinner arrangement with Ivanna and Jared in the evening. "Who are you going with? Alone?" Atlas asked with a hint of concern.

"No, I'm going with Carol. We'll also finalize the location for Fred's factory. He called a few days ago and said his people would be coming soon."

"Call me anytime if you need anything. Take care." He repeatedly reminded me.

After hanging up the phone, I understood that Atlas was worried about any mishaps, especially with Liora's escape. However, just because she fled didn't mean I would stop everything.

In the evening, Ivanna and Jared had arranged a dinner with us, and I didn't dare refuse. After all, I hadn't seen her for a month, and rejecting her might lead to her storming to Pleca Park to argue with me.

Carol drove well, both stable and fast. Whenever she accompanied me on business trips, I always handed her the car keys because she was simply a better driver than I

was.

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Before reaching Bourdamun, I could already see the new city's buildings on the horizon. They were majestic.

I was amazed at the speed, and it was quite spectacular. I had Carol park the car from a distance, and I stood there gazing for a long time.

To be honest, it was truly breathtaking. Once completed, it would be a magnificent sight.

I couldn't believe this was the miracle I created.

Seeing my joyful expression, Carol

stood beside me and said, "Chloe,

this is just the beginning. I admire you for achieving such a big dream."

I gave a slight smile. "Yeah."

"I remember back then... that Jeremiah, right? When he came, he was so noisy. I didn't expect that, he turned out to be a good sign. He actually let you sense someContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

business opportunities. This is what sets you apart. Not everyone has your sharp intuition."

Although Carol's words had a hint of flattery, they were not entirely wrong. Sometimes even I was surprised by the thoughts I had in my head.

I smiled, pulling Carol into an embrace. "You're right. I will ride the highs here. I believe I can do it."

Both of us laughed, got into the car, and headed straight for that dreamlike place.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure on the construction site, working vigorously. This person was none other than Charlie's father, Arton.

I doubted my eyes, but upon closer inspection, it really was Arton.

I stared at him working diligently with sweat pouring down, and he didn't notice our presence at all, fully immersed in his work.

Carol was also surprised. She whispered in my ear, "I'll be damned. Is that Arton? Am I seeing things?"