Beyond The Divorce - Season 6 Episode 17

She’s Everywhere Atlas exchanged a handshake with Arthur before walking into the VIP hall.

Inside, it became apparent that all the prominent upper management figures of Foswood were present, and they all politely greeted Atlas upon seeing him.

His significant contribution to this networking event couldn’t be overlooked, as he had invited numerous personnels from foreign financial institutions with ongoing projects to offer.

The timing of this event coincided with the implementation phase of the plans for the latter half of the year, so they were scheduled to hold a meeting here.

Atlas had someone escort me to the luxurious suite reserved for us, which was no different from a high-end suite on land. The area was quiet, likely occupied by other VIPs, without the commotion of random people moving about.

After hanging up my coat, I stepped out of the room to get some fresh air on the deck. From a distance, I could still see many people boarding, all dressed in their finest attire.

Initially, Ivanna was also supposed to come. However, upon considering that Trinity would likely be in attendance, she chose to avoid the situation and stayed back. It was a pity she couldn’t be there.

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This ship was truly immense, and I had never been on such a large cruise

before. My location near the bow was in the VIP area, so there were very few people on the deck. Presumably, the ship would depart from the port once all the passengers were on board.

As I gazed into the distance, someone suddenly stood beside me, startling me. When I turned my head, I realized it was Stella.

“Long time no see, Chloe!” Her outfit today was outstanding. It was a strapless light blue gradient gown that accentuated her graceful figure. Her graceful princess-like hair draped over her shoulders. Her smile was enchanting, though there was a meaningful glint in her eyes as she looked at me.

I gave her a faint smile. She truly seemed to be everywhere.

“Not that long, I believe.” I responded calmly, my expression unwavering, “Ms. Stella, you seem to be quite forgetful.” “Oh, but it feels like it’s been a while.” She didn’t seem embarrassed, instead leaning toward me with a shy smile, attempting to take my arm. I subtly dodged her, leaning against the railing and looking at her.

“Indeed, everyone’s busy.” I emphasized the word ‘busy’ with clear intention.

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“Right. You have been busy getting fruitful results, whereas some of us are just busy in vain. I’ve heard that things have been going well for you lately.” She looked at me with a sly smile, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Justa stroke of good luck, perhaps.”

– T “Well, it seems luck is finally on my side,” I replied indifferently. “You’re always well-informed.” — She chuckled, looking quite pleased, and continued, “Oh, it’s not about being well-informed. It’s my way of showing concern for you.” I also smiled, “I truly believe that.

Thanks for always keeping an eye on me.” “It’s destined that we should pay attention to each other. After all, your face has left a deep impression on me, making it impossible for me to forget,” she said, her eyes flickering with a hint of something I couldn’t quite explain.

“Is that so? I left such a lasting impression on you?” I glanced at her, aware that she was hinting at

something else with her words, but | remained curious about what she intended to convey.

Stella seemed to notice my interest and smiled coyly, “Of course, your face has always haunted me; I can’t help but think of it. And in fact, you’re the most formidable one. I’m quite intrigued!” “Is that right? Tell me more.” I continued to look at her without revealing any emotions. To the onlookers, our interaction might have seemed like two good friends enjoying a leisurely time together.

However, only Stella and I knew that we both carried an inexplicable aura, inevitably repelling each other whenever we met. It was a battle of sorts that neither of us could easily let go.

She paused for a moment, her eyes turning icy as she stared directly at me, a hint of danger in her gaze. “Chloe, do you really want to know? I’m afraid you might not be able to handle what I’m about to say. Are you sure you want to know?” “Of course.” I met her gaze, replying unabashedly, “Being mysterious isn’t fun at all. I prefer being open and honest.” “Hahaha! I just love the way you are.” Stella’s laughter was radiant, as if she had gained a great advantage.

“Well, many people do.” I boldly asserted, laughing coquettishly. “You keep setting traps for me, but I’ve become too shrewd for them. Trying to set more traps secretly won’t

work.” “Well then. I might as well tell you the reason. I believe it’ll be something that will…”