Beyond the Divorce

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying force. His jaw tightened, while his striking bright eyes locked onto Kimberly. A cold aura emanated from him as he approached us.

I distinctly noticed Kimberly clutching my arm more tightly and trembling slightly. The entire restaurant felt like an icy cave, with tension hanging in the air.

Even the onlookers, normally eager for gossip, dared not make a sound.

Eleanor called out weakly, "Mr. Atlas."

The rest of the patrons whispered to each other, "It really is Atlas. Wow, he's so handsome."

"I can't believe it's really him."

As Atlas moved closer to us, I could hear Kimberly gulping.

"I'll say it again...." Atlas's sharp eyes turned toward Kimberly, and he suddenly roared, "Let her go!"

Kimberly shivered, and the broken bottle dropped from her hand.

Atlas kicked her, causing me to stumble a little in the process as she tried to clutch onto me. He managed to pull me into his embrace.

I heard a muffled sound, accompanied by the overturning of tables and chairs and the shattering of plates.

Atlas held me securely. I felt an unprecedented sense of safety.

The people in the restaurant erupted into cheers.

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Some even covertly started recording.

I looked back and saw a table overturned on the floor. Kimberly was still struggling among the chaos and trying to get up. She was covered in leftover food and looked like a mess. She grimaced, trying to stand, which was testament to the force behind Atlas's kick.

Eleanor rushed toward us. "Chlo! Are you hurt?"

Atlas immediately released me and inspected me from head to toe. The chili oil stains on my clothes looked alarming and made Atlas visibly anxious. I quickly reassured him, "I'm fine. It's just chili oil." With a worried expression, he softly asked, "Are you really okay?"

"Absolutely." I nodded confidently.

"Dylan."

Dylan briskly walked over, and Atlas calmly instructed, "Take her with you and let the police handle the others. Make sure nothing about today's

t gets leaked anywhere."

Just then, police sirens echoed from outside, indicating that someone had discreetly called for help.

Atlas guided me outside, and only then did I realize Arton was nowhere to be seen.

Atlas became aware of my searching gaze and gently asked, "What's wrong?"

"Charlie's dad saved me." I scanned my surroundings again and realized that Arton must have left quietly.

"After Mr. Atlas came in, he knew that you were safe and left. That's what I saw," Eleanor whispered to me.

Once outside, Atlas gave more

instructions to the two guards at the

entrance. "Check the place

thoroughly and make sure no one

has pictures or videos of the incident."

The guards immediately complied.

I wanted to take Eleanor home, so I signaled to Atlas, who nodded and said, "Get in the car."

During the ride, I asked Atlas, "How will you deal with Kimberly? Will you leave it to the cops?"

"That would let her off too easily." He said. Since Eleanor was with us, I refrained from probing further.

Eleanor was indignant. "That girl is way too full of herself. I can't imagine how the Terrell family was back in Bourdamun."

"She's acting so recklessly because we punished her family." I sighed, then turned to Atlas. "By the way, Arnold said Denton's coming back to the country."

"If he dares to make a single move, they'll all be taken care of," Atlas said dismissively.

"Everything turned out fine since you got here just in time, Mr. Atlas," Eleanor said sincerely.

I glanced at Atlas and leaned into his embrace.

After dropping Eleanor home, we returned to Amethyst Apartments. Atlas kissed me, his gaze intense. "Did it scare you?"

I looked at him and smiled faintly. "To be honest, I wasn't that scared. I knew you would come."

"How were you so sure?" He looked at me. "What if I was late?"

"I calculated the time; it was about right." I affirmed. "You wouldn't make me wait too long. Besides, we were almost done with dinner, so you wouldn't have taken much longer."

That was what I had been thinking earlier. I never believed that Kimberly's plan would succeed.