Beyond The Divorce - Season 4 Episode 86

“No problem, Ms. Chloe.” The designer nodded earnestly. Ryan had brought her to Tanum Corporation

from overseas. Her name was Hana Avila, a classmate of one of Ryan’s juniors, Joyce.

She won the newcomer award in the International Interior Decoration Competition. Considering the room

for growth in the industry, her remarkable achievement was exceptional. Her return followed Joyce’s.

After we finalized the business plan adjustments, Ryan expanded our team. Reviewing my budget, I

realized our major projects had laid a solid foundation for us. Lauren’s support also boosted

my

confidence.

I planned to visit Solaris after removing my arm’s cast to stabilize Hartz Construction’s foundation. Once the timing was right, I would merge the two sides.

Upon entering the showroom, the design and layout gave me a sense of accomplishment. The furnishings were the cherry on top. It was simply absurd for Harmony to be dissatisfied. I only realized Atlas came when I entered. I didn’t expect him to be so hands–on.

When Harmony entered, she was overwhelmed by everything. Her greedy eyes showed she was mesmerized by the exquisite decoration. She was satisfied, and I knew the issues didn’t originate from

her.

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Of course, I wasn’t rushing to expose this. After all, I had already gained something out of this. I decided on the outcome of this game within minutes. I would first play along and then react depending on how Harmony performed.

I knew Stella wouldn’t like me benefiting from this conflict.

I looked at Harmony and calmly said, “Ms. Harmony, feel free to point out what you dislike. Our designer will do a rendering on the spot for you. Then, we can discuss and finalize according to your preferences.”

“Okay, but my requirements might be high. It might take some patience on your part.” She shamelessly replied.

I smirked, curious to see how strict her demands would be. “No problem. I’m eager to learn about your style.”

the two sides.

Upon entering the showroom, the design and layout gave me a sense of accomplishment. The furnishings were the cherry on top. It was simply absurd for Harmony to be dissatisfied. I only realized Atlas came when I entered. I didn’t expect him to be so hands–on.

When Harmony entered, she was overwhelmed by everything. Her greedy eyes showed she was mesmerized by the exquisite decoration. She was satisfied, and I knew the issues didn’t originate from

her.

Of course, I wasn’t rushing to expose this. After all, I had already gained something out of this. I decided on the outcome of this game within minutes. I would first play along and then react depending on how Harmony performed.

I knew Stella wouldn’t like me benefiting from this conflict.

I looked at Harmony and calmly said, “Ms. Harmony, feel free to point out what you dislike. Our designer will do a rendering on the spot for you. Then, we can discuss and finalize according to your preferences.”

“Okay, but my requirements might be high. It might take some patience on your part.” She shamelessly replied.

I smirked, curious to see how strict her demands would be. “No problem. I’m eager to learn about your style.”

Seeing that I was being cooperative this time, Eloise seemed pleased. “It would have been better if it was like this earlier, It would have saved us all the time.”

Then please, take your time.” I was too tired to argue further.

Harmony arrogantly nodded while I signaled Hana with my eyes, “Make sure to understand all of Ms.

Hana replied, “Yes, Ms. Chloe.”

She followed Harmony while holding her tablet.

I calmly stepped back and sat on the swing outside the small garden. Through the floor–to–ceiling

windows, I watched Harmony gesturing and discussing with Hana, occasionally asking Atlas for his

opinion.

Atlas appeared at ease with his hands in his pockets. The scene was so vivid. Harmony seemed almost like a charming wife eagerly tidying up her love nest with hopeful anticipation.

It was jarring, and I couldn’t bear to look. I gazed at my injured arm and reminisced about my past with Atlas. I felt like I had fallen from grace in such a short time.

Still, I refused to believe everything changed. Even if I resisted and couldn’t ask Atlas why, only he could decide things. He didn’t even need to explain it to me. I could only sigh and let my mind wander. Otherwise, Atlas would appear in my mind.

Suddenly, someone appeared. Startled, I looked up and saw a pair of deep eyes, I said indifferently, “Mr. Atlas, you can communicate with the designer if you have any questions.”

“You’re tough on yourself. You’re always battered and bruised,” Atlas’s voice carried a mocking undertone.

I

I slowly rose and looked away, saying, “Perhaps you should pay more attention to your girlfriend. It’s best if she’s not injured. You should ignore my injury.”

“Have you forgotten what I once told you?”

“I only believe my own eyes.” I retorted coldly.