Beyond The Divorce - Season 6 Episode 78

Upon hearing Martin’s words, Atlas’s expression brightened. He turned and strode toward the table, but his tone lacked warmth as he said, “What rules?” Martin stood up and glared at Atlas. The former gritted his teeth and feigned composure, saying, “The rules of Bourdamun and the Terrels.” “Unfortunately, you can’t represent Bourdamun, and your family’s rules can’t constrain me.” Atlas was firm, and the glint in his eyes made Martin uneasy.

The man before Martin exerted immense pressure.

Jeremiah was eager to protect Martin, stepping forward and pointing at me. “Chloe, you ungrateful bitch! You don’t appreciate kindness, do you? Since you’ve chere, it won’t be so easy to leave.” He suddenly grabbed my wrist. A moment later, Atlas snatched a fork from Kimberly and jabbed it into Jeremiah’s hand.

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Jeremiah squealed and instantly released my wrist. He clutched his hand in terror, with blood flowing from his wound. He looked at Atlas fearfully and retreated.

“What made you think you could touch her?” The anger in Atlas’s eyes was inexplicable.

Kimberly looked at her palm and then at the fork in Jeremia’s hand in disbelief. She realized the man before her caused the terrifying scene. She stepped back, still unable to understand how Atlas had taken the fork from her.

Martin was shocked. He had never expected Altas to be so overpowering. Martin realized he was lightyears away from Atlas. “You…” He pointed at Atlas.

Martin had never encountered anyone who dared to defy him during his days of flaunting his power. He took a glass and smashed it to the ground.

Immediately after, a group oelfierce-looking men barged in.

Martin looked outraged as he sneered, saying, “I apologize, Mr. Atlas, but my family represents Bourdamun.” Atlas pursed his lips and glared at Martin. “Are you referring to these guys? Is this how you and your family represent Bourdamun?” Atlas took a seat and pulledonto his lap. He protectedand glanced at Dylan. Soon after, Dylan’s figure flickered, and sounds of fists colliding sounded. The ground was a mess within seconds, and wails of pain echoed. Atlas looked at Martin disdainfully and said, “Was that the formidable representation of Bourdamun you were talking about?” Jake was scared straight, unable to utter a single word.

Meanwhile, Kimberly could not stop looking at Atlas. When she returned to her senses, the situation had already taken a drastic turn. He looked at Marting fearfully and called his name.

“Don’t worry, Kim. Let’s see how arrogant Mr. Atlas can be,” Martin’s words were a feeble attempt to conceal his inner panic, “Don’t forget that Bourdamun isn’t a place where people can act as they please.”