Beyond the Divorce

I looked at her and asked, confirming, "You mean Arthur Morgan?"

She nodded politely. "Yes."

I glanced over at Atlas, who was engaged in conversation with Noah at the neighboring table, accompanied by an elderly man. I couldn't spot Arthur anywhere.

Afraid Arthur might have been waiting for a long time, I hesitated to interrupt Atlas. I told the receptionist, "You don't need to accompany me, I can go to the rooftop alone. When he finishes talking, just inform him about my whereabouts."

She nodded with a cheerful smile. "Sure. Don't worry. Once he's done, I'll let him know. Do you know the way? Are you sure you don't want me to guide you?"

I nodded confidently, "No problem, I can find my way."

I then stood up and headed toward the exit. I believed Arthur wanted to talk privately, considering the crowded environment in the restaurant. Hence, he asked me to meet him on the rooftop.

The rooftop of the Bourdamun Hotel was a specially constructed scenic platform. I talked with Noah on this platform the last time I was here.

This building was the tallest in Bourdamun, with 28 floors offering a panoramic view of the entire city.

As I swiftly walked out of the hall, I took another glance at the restaurant to ensure Arthur was indeed not inside. Without hesitation, I approached the elevator and ascended to the rooftop. I spotted a figure leaning against the railing, gazing over Bourdamun.

From behind, it looked like Arthur. I walked over and called out with a smile, "Arthur, are you looking for me?"

As I approached, expecting him to turn around, the next moment left me utterly astonished. When the man slowly turned his head, the face revealed to me left me dumbfounded.

The man who turned around was not Arthur but a completely unfamiliar face. However, everything about his hairstyle and body shape resembled Arthur's.

I took a step back in surprise, questioning, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Arthur?"

I immediately thought of the figure

in the elevator, but this person was shorter. Though I hadn't seen the face of the person in the elevator, was sure there was more than one person from their organization hiding here.

The organization from Jitador? Who sent them? Denton? Or someone else entirely?

Based on our understanding, this organization from Jitador is only related to Stella. Could it be that Stella colluded with Denton?

But I didn't have time to analyze where this person came from. I needed to know what he wanted.

"Speak up. Who are you?" I looked at him with feigned calmness.

He grinned and arrogantly said in a husky voice, "Ms. Chloe, hello. Even if I tell you who I am, you

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is already set in stone."

My heart tightened, and I looked at him coldly, asking, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

He tilted his head, unabashedly grinning. The smile was indescribably sinister, sending a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I took a step back.

I tried to compose myself, making myself appear calm. Atlas wouldn't let me out of his sight for too long, especially in this situation.

It seemed that the man sensed my

intention. He stepped closer and said, "Since you're here, let's be straightforward. If you want this groundbreaking ceremony to proceed smoothly, you must pay a price. Ms. Chloe, or should call you

MPs. Chloe? How about we talk?"

I continued to retreat, and he laughed even more recklessly, "It's useless. Even if you run away, it doesn't mean this matter will end."

After saying this, he raised his hand, showing me something he held.