Beyond The Divorce - Season 4 Episode 39

Atticus quickly answered the call. He said hoarsely, “Hmm, Ms. Chloe? What’s the matter?”

I glanced at Lauren, and she nodded reassuringly, urging me to speak.

“Um… are you at the company? I’d lik

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to discuss something with you,” I said, still lacking confidence.

“Sure, go to Vanderberg Palace. I’ll be there in a while,” he responded promptly.

I felt dazed because I did not know what Vanderberg Palace was. Lauren saw my confusion and patted

my hand, signaling me to end the call.

“All right, see you later,” I replied awkwardly before hanging up. Then I turned to Lauren and said, “I don’t

know where Vanderberg Palace is.”

Lauren laughed at me mockingly. I felt embarrassed and asked, “Hey! Why are you laughing?!”

“Because I know where it is. Hahaha,” Lauren continued to tease me. “I should’ve driven you around more

when we had nothing to do. You should have some fun driving around. Geez, you embarrass me

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sometimes.”

Soon after, we arrived in front of a tranquil courtyard. Lauren looked at me and said, “We’re at Vanderberg

Palace.”

I looked outside and saw a charming little courtyard. It had an antique signboard at the entrance that

read Vanderberg Palace.

“Is this the place Atticus referred to?” I questioned with a hint of skepticism.

“Yeah, let’s go in. Vanderberg Palace is a clubhouse. I’m surprised you don’t know this place.” Laurent

rolled her eyes at me. “I should give you a crash course. If Liora finds out you don’t know this place, she’ll

roll on the floor with laughter.”

I followed Lauren inside and realized how spacious the place was. It had Victorian–style aesthetics that

exuded elegance. Lauren whispered, “The owner is Ms. Vanderberg. Her background is pretty impressive.

I’ll introduce you to her someday. Today, we shall focus on the business at hand.”

Once inside, Lauren approached the elegant–looking front desk. She asked hushedly, “Hi there, is Mr. Atticus here?”

Yes, he’s in the Autumn Hall,” the young woman replied, pointing to the second floor.

Lauren glanced at me and said, “You go ahead while I walt elsewhere. Just call me when you’re done.

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“Okay.” I nodded, and the young woman gestured toward the stairs. I couldn’t help but sigh as I climbed the stairs to the Autumn Hall. It appeared I was out of touch and had no idea Vanderberg Palace was a

clubhouse

The location, the decor, and the spaciousness surprised me. I never expected to see such a tranquil place in Foswood’s city center. It seemed the owner of this establishment was not an ordinary person.

I found the Autumn Hall, knocked on the door, and received a response from inside. When I entered. I

saw the same Victorian–style decor, I couldn’t help but appreciate this place’s elegance. It was far more intriguing than the elaborate decors I had seen before

As I passed the entrance, I saw Atticus sitting and brewing tea

“Mr. Atticus.”

“Please, have a seat,” he gestured to the seat opposite him, and I approached to sit down. I felt awkward because I had seldom asked for help, especially not from someone like Atticus

He calmly made his tea, giving me the impression that he could keep his composure in any situation

“Mr. Atticus….I…I struggled to find the right words but knew I had to speak

“Here, try this tea first. The tea at Vanderberg Palace is impressive,” he said, placing a freshly brewed cup

before me.

I calmed down and sipped the tea, finding its flavor refreshing and delightful. I chuckled, saying, “I don’t

know much about tea. Is it Darjeeling tea?”

Atticus smiled. “You claim not to know much about tea, but you could identify it as Darjeeling tea? They just harvested the tea leaves today.”

“It’s perfect! Mr. Atticus, you have exquisite taste.” I took another sip, savoring the sweetness

“When I want some peace to think, I come here,” Atticus said, leaning comfortably into his chair. His eyes

were deep as he looked at me.

I felt awkward but not as uncomfortable as when I first entered. I lowered my gaze momentarily, then looked up at Atticus. “Well, there’s a reason I came to you, Mr. Atticus.”