Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1224 The Drama King



Just then, Atlas walked in, followed by Dylan and Loak.

I was thrilled to see them, especially Dylan, whom I hadn't seen in a while. And there was Loak by his side, whom I hadn't seen for months too. Whenever I went to the storage area before, I only saw Anya.

Loak was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black-and-white jersey, looking like a cute little follower but still quite handsome. He seemed to have grown taller and looked smarter now, with a sharpness in his eyes.

He was nothing like the first time I saw him, frail and dirty, like a typical local tough guy.

Now Loak looked completely different, clean and sharp, even a bit more robust. He was exuding a youthful vibe, like that of a college student.

It was like he had switched roles with Arton. Compared to him, Arton seemed more like a local thug now.

Seeing them made me feel warm and familiar. After all, they were all there to find my father. "Thank you all for your hard work. Do you have any news?"

Dylan nodded. "He's still inside Navi's base. This is just Navi's residence, and the base is his stronghold. The environment there is much worse and more tightly guarded than here."

"Do you know how he's doing?" I asked, feeling worried.

Dylan pondered, seeming to consider how to report to me, which made me nervous.

"Earlier, I sent two people in there, and they could only confirm that he was inside. But they haven't seen him yet or dared to inquire too much, fearing exposure of their identities. After all, they need to stay inside and collaborate with us when necessary."

"So they haven't seen him at all. It seems Navi is very careful," I said.

"So we don't have detailed information. Navi has arranged for someone to watch over him. He doesn't let outsiders get close. Only Navi's two trusted men can approach him, but it seems that since he values your father, nothing bad would happen to him." Dylan reassured me.

I also knew it wasn't something to rush. Besides, everyone was working hard for it.

"Loak said that when he took care of your father back then, his leg was injured, so his physical condition was definitely poor."

"We're trying every possible way to locate him and get closer to him. Only when we know his exact location can we start our action. We just want to ensure we can succeed before making a move."

"Is Navi still here?" I asked with some doubt. "Didn't he say he wanted to negotiate with us? Why is there no news from him?"

"He invited us to meet up already," Dylan said, looking at Atlas.

"When?" I asked as Atlas hadn't mentioned it to me.

"Tonight," Dylan said directly. "We just received the news, so I returned to inform Mr. Atlas."Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Tonight..." I repeated.

Atlas glanced at me and said, "Don't worry. It's all part of our plan."

Just then, Arnold's phone rang, drawing Atlas's attention.

He checked his phone and raised an eyebrow, looking at Atlas. "It's him again."

"Answer it." Atlas instructed firmly.

Arnold made a 'shh' gesture, then

et to

answered the call. He pretended

be groggy, like he had just woke

up,

and there was a hint of impatience in his voice. "Yeah?"

A man's voice came from the other end, "Mr. Arnold, is this a bad time?"

"You damn well know it. Just get to the point!" Arnold sounded totally annoyed because he was 'woken up' from his sleep.

"What time will you arrive today? I'll pick you up." the man on the other end asked cautiously.

"Pick me up, my ass. I haven't even

woken up yet! Can't you wait till I'm awake to ask? This isn't even urgent. Just wait for me to tell you later."

Arnold sounded mad at this point.

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"Mr. Arnold, I know I've disturbed you, but you've agreed to come." The man on the other end sounded cautious. "After we're done, I'll send

back there again." Content

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"I don't need you to send me anywhere!" Arnold cursed casually. He still sounded angry. "Just wait."

"What time are you looking at? I'll pick you up in advance." The man on the other end seemed relieved.

"Between 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., or maybe 3 p.m. to 4 p.m.," Arnold impatiently said.

As soon as he said that, we almost burst out laughing.

The man on the other end chuckled helplessly. "Please don't mess around, Mr. Arnold. Can you give me a specific time?"