Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Selling Off One’s Wife

To my surprise, I saw that tall figure standing out in the crowd. My heart raced, yet I wanted to avoid him.

I felt too embarrassed to face him in such a setting.

Matthew spotted Atlas as he entered. He rushed to greet him since today’s event was to impress Atlas. I

had not seen Nick, but I knew Matthew was anticipating Atlas’s attendance more.

They exchanged a handshake. Despite Matthew’s courteous words, Atlas maintained his composure. One of Atlas’s attendants handed me a gift, but he didn’t pretend to offer congratulatory remarks.

Honestly, it made me quite comfortable.

Everything was transparent with Atlas. I imagined it would be awkward to put on an act with him. Matthew and Atlas exchanged polite pleasantries while I stood on the sidelines.

Someone gently linked their arm with mine. A tender voice inquired, ‘Chlo, who is this gentleman?”

I was taken aback, turning to find Melanie’s smiling face. I had never seen such a shameless smile before.

Seeing me unresponsive, Matthew quickly intervened, “Oh! Mr. Atlas, this is my sister, Melanie!”

Atlas subtly smiled at Melanie but looked at me. “Ms. Chloe, have you been busy? You’ve missed two of ATL Empire’s meetings.”

He referred to me as “Ms. Chloe” instead of ‘Mrs. Murphy. I felt extremely awkward and quickly responded with a smile, “I haven’t been feeling well, so I’ve been going to the office less.”

Matthew tightened his arm around me, suggesting I talk to Atlas more.

“Mr. Atlas, please make yourself at home. We’re honored to have you at our celebration! Let’s greet a few more guests, and then we can chat later!” I made up an excuse to leave Atlas.

I didn’t want to spend too much time with him in a situation like this. Matthew’s arm tensed, but he forced a smile.

Matthew whispered when we walked away. “Chlo, ask him if we still have a chance. After all, we need to fight for it. We can’t just let this opportunity slip away!”

There’s still a chance as long as their people show up: Is there a need to ask?” I glanced at Matthew and sald calmly, “Mr. Nick sent Atlas That already says a lot.”