Beyond the Divorce

When Mike saw that my dad was awake, he came over to shake his hand. As he spoke to my dad, he still had a lingering fear. "I was so worried, old buddy. This is all thanks to Mr. Atlas and his team. They arrived just in time. All that matters is that you're safe." "Right after I got home, before I could even lie down, the real estate buyer came looking for me, asking about the property. He said there were some unclear details, so he requested that I go over it again... Sigh! I've made you worry." The brothers recounted the details of the kidnapping, apologizing to each other.

When Atlas saw that my dad was improving, he consulted with the doctor and decided to fly back to Foswood. With that, we said goodbye to everyone.

We boarded the plane through a special entrance and headed back to Foswood.

My dad was quiet during the flight. Atlas and I didn't ask him about it. After all, it wasn't the right time or place to discuss it. But it was clear that he was in a terrible mood.

We landed in Foswood after 1 a.m., and we headed straight back to Pleca Park.

As we entered the living room, I saw my mom.

When she noticed us walking in, she was startled. She rushed toward my dad. "George, you're finally back!"

My dad hugged her tightly, patting her back reassuringly. "I'm back. Don't worry!"

I wanted to ask about my suspicions, but Atlas pulled me aside, gesturing not to speak. He bid them goodnight and took me upstairs.

In the room, I asked, "Why didn't you let me find out what happened? And why did you stop the search at the airport?"

"He can't escape. Letting him go now is part of the plan, and we can proceed to the next step. Besides, he'll call soon. That'll be the exchange for Rory with the notebook," Atlas said confidently.

I was momentarily dumbfounded, and my heart sank. "Are you...sure?"

I looked at him in disbelief.

Atlas nodded confidently. "The call will come soon. He's just as afraid of a long night as we are."

At that moment, someone knocked on our room door.

Atlas glanced at me before opening the door. Arnold's head popped in. He had a mischievous smile on his face. "I didn't expect you guys to come back so quickly. Looks like everything went smoothly. How did you just let that person go so easily?" He walked in eagerly. "Tell me quickly!"

I ignored his question and asked, "How did you find the notebook? Where was it?"

"It was in the top locker in the dressing room, hidden inside a spare blanket," Arnold said nonchalantly.

"How did you distract my mom?" I was curious.

He smiled slyly. "Isn't Grandma here too? I had a chat with her first. It was no big deal."

When I heard Arnold's words, I slapped my forehead. How could forget such a clever assistant? had been too impulsive then, and hadn't even thought about it, let alone checked the locker.

Arnold looked at Atlas. "No wonder this thing is so important! I studied it, and this is like a universal key for Bermuda, Atlas. This notebook is worth several billions. If it falls into the wrong hands..." FindNovel

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaningful raise of his eyebrow and glance at Atlas spoke volumes.

Atlas warned him sternly, "You'd better not be getting any ideas."

"Of course not!" Arnold said solemnly. "I'm a legitimate businessman!"

I knew what they were talking about.

"So, what do we do?" I looked worriedly at Atlas.

"Don't worry! Now that we have this, we've gained a special pass to Bermuda. Just wait," Atlas said confidently.

Then he turned to Arnold and said, "Go on back and get some rest."

Arnold glanced at Atlas. "When are you leaving?"

"I said go get some rest!" Atlas insisted in a chilling tone. He didn't respond to Arnold's question.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Arnold gave me a sidelong glance, then turned and left the room,

mumbling, "Finally. I can sleepel

peacefully this time." ex

When Arnold left our room, I looked at Atlas and cautiously asked, "Is that really the formula?"