Beyond The Divorce - Season 4 Episode 54

I sighed heavily as we left ATL Empire. Carol sensed my mood and offered to drive. I handed her the car keys without a second thought and got into the car.

As I looked at the building through the car window, I smiled bitterly. Its existence felt almost like a mirage to me, something that might vanish at any moment. It was possible that I was just a silly presence from the start, or maybe even just a shield.

I

Back at the office, I was in low spirits. Carol kept the staff away from me and left me alone in my office. I sat in my chair and stared out the window, trying to piece together the entire process of knowing Atlas. Despite remembering every detail, I couldn’t make sense of our relationship.

I lost track of time.

Eventually, Carol knocked on the door, holding an invitation card. She asked softly, ‘Ms. Chloe, ATL Empire is hosting an appreciation party for old clients tonight at Starlight International, Are you… going?”

Since we were also clients of ATL Empire, I had no reason not to attend.

“Of course I’ll go! Tell Mr. Ryan to come pick me up at 6 p.m. from my house. I’ll head home now,” I said,

picking up my bag.

Just as I was about to leave, Grayson hurried in. I felt anxious and asked, “What’s the matter?”

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Grayson said, “Chlo, I got hold of the data on Kennedy’s USB drive!”

I widened my eyes in disbelief and looked at Grayson. “Y–You mean the USB drive he was holding when

he died?”

“Yes. It took a lot of effort, but I managed to get it,” Grayson replied solemnly.

“What’s on it?” I asked, my palms sweating.

After all, this person had interacted with me, and there was a record of our conversation. His life ended with that call, and I felt a deep sense of guilt and unease.

Without thinking, my mind wandered to Kennedy’s youthful and gentle face.

Grayson quickly put down his bag and took out his phone, He opened a folder and brought it to me.

hastily took his phone and looked at the screen. On a phone recording, a girl can be heard saying, “Ah,

be’s so handsome!”

The image puzzled me, in the video, Atlas got out of his Maybach, swiftly got into a white sedan, and the

I looked at Grayson in confusion. What was so strange about this?

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“Take a look at the time,” Grayson said.

I glanced at the small timestamp and was dumbfounded.

“T–This is footage from the day of the accident?”

“I checked the location. It’s the second intersection on Cyan Road. Construction was underway at the time, creating a blind spot. Atlas’s car stopped for less than 2 minutes, and then he directly crossed Pinewood Road onto the airport expressway. There were no stops in between.”

*S–so, he wasn’t in the Maybach?” I exclaimed in astonishment. “Where did he go?”

This was unexpected. At the time of the accident, he wasn’t in the car. So, who was injured and taken away? Who was treated at the hospital?

A girl recorded this video of him changing cars.

How did this video end up in Kennedy’s hands? How did Kennedy know that I was trying to find out about Atlas’s condition? How did he know my phone number?

My head began to throb intensely, and I instinctively reached for it. Grayson looked at me with concern,

saying, “Chlo…”

I waved it off.

“I’m fine! This is just… terrifying. How did he know there would be an accident? How did he switch cars in advance? There are just too many questions.”

“I’m currently trying to find out who took the original video,” Grayson said. “But…I believe the police must

have already figured it out!”

“That means there’s something sinister going on here,” I stated resolutely