Beyond The Divorce - Season 5 Episode 78

I scanned the room but didn’t notice anything amiss, so I regained my focus and got into the car to head back to the company.

Upon returning to the office, I eagerly took out the plan and delved into it.

The more I read, the more excited I became. This plan truly seemed tailored for our company; it was incredibly useful.

I was starting to feel a rush of excitement and was eager to implement the steps that were forming in my mind. No wonder many businesses were willing to spend a significant amount of money on such strategic planners, who regularly assessed the company’s situation and

customized operational plans.

By comparison, the flaws in our i previous operations at Tanum Corporation were glaring. It turned out that was the reason we had been stagnant.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night. It wasn’t until Atlas walked into my office that I realized everyone else had already gone home, except for Carol, who was still with me in the office.

I’joyfully ran up to Atlas and asked him, “Why did you come?” “If I didn’t come, were you planning to work through the night?” He pulled me into his embrace. “You didn’t even have dinner. Can you please take better care of yourself?”

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Wy “9 BONUS It was then that I noticed the dinner Carol had bought for me, still untouched, sitting on the coffee table: “Let’s go and eat,” he said, pulling me up to leave.

“Wait, I’m almost done with this. Can I finish it before we leave? Then my plan will be complete!” I asked.

“No, you need to balance work and rest! Your plan is like indigestible food; it lacks feasibility!” His expression was stern, and his cold air was daunting as he firmly refused my request.

I had to give in and compromise, “Fine, I’ll put it away for now.” Only then did he let go of my hand.

After I tidied up the plan and locked it in the safe, we left the office together,

and Carol locked the door as we left.

Outside the building, I suddenly felt ravenously hungry. It seemed that even I couldn’t work on an empty stomach, and my grumbling stomach was making me feel embarrassed.

During the meal, he told me that he wanted me to accompany him to a private banquet the following day.

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I asked him if it was important, and he nodded before questioning, “Do you have any plans?” “No, I just wanted to have a meal with Ryan,” I replied.

“When will you take the initiative to invite me to dinner?” He looked at me, somewhat suspicious.

I felt particularly amused. “I have

meals with you every day, do we really need to keep track of who takes the initiative?” a “What do you think? It’s different!” he argued stubbornly. “Are you just placating me?” I burst into laughter, finding the situation quite comical. “It’s just a meal. Can I say that you’re being jealous?” He seemed to be studying my attitude, staring at me for quite some time.

Fortunately, our food arrived, and he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze. He focused on taking care of me as I ate, showing great thoughtfulness and consideration.

I began to chatter about how good Ryan had been to me over the years, trying to make him understand our

friendship. I praised Ryan for his enduring loyalty, but he didn’t want to hear it. He spoke seriously, saying, “There’s someone who is even more loyal than him.” “You?” I asked, teasing him with a mischievous retort. “We’ve only known each other for a short while. I can’t see your loyalty yet. Who was ii, I abruptly swallowed the rest of my sentence, stifling it with a laugh to conceal my embarrassment. I had wanted to say, “Who was it who held someone else in their arms and walked away in front of me not long ago?” But suddenly, I felt that such matters should not be used as jokes too often as they were too hurtful.

Changing the subject, I said earnestly,

“Trust is the most important thing between two people. I didn’t distrust you before. It was just that I lacked confidence in myself, but I won’t be like that in the future.” I took all the blame upon myself, and it seemed to touch him. “It’s not your fault. It’s my fault for not handling things properly and making you feel uneasy.” His phone suddenly rang. He put down his cutlery and glanced at the screen, his eyebrows twitching slightly. He whispered to me, “I need to take this call.” I nodded. Having already finished my meal, I just waited for him to return after the call.

Feeling a bit bored, I picked up my phone and scrolled through it. A photo

| suddenly jumped to the homepage.