Beyond The Divorce - Season 8 Episode 89

I could sense Ivanna’s frustration as she realized that Jared had left in a hurry without explaining anything to her.

“He left in a rush. I’ll explain later. I should be in Bourdamun by tomorrow morning,” I informed her. I quickly hung up and returned to Anson’s side. He looked at me and said, “Go ahead and attend to your business.”

I smiled and sat next to him again. “I should spend more time with you since Trinity’s not around. I would have visited sooner if I hadn’t been so busy.”

We continued chatting until Atlas returned. After a brief conversation with Anson, we left.

In the car, Atlas instructed the driver, “Head straight to Bourdamun.”

I wasn’t surprised by his decision. The car quickly left the northern suburbs and entered the ring road. The afternoon of seemingly aimless chat with Anson had left me feeling strange.

Atlas took my hand. He seemed concerned. He asked, “Are you hungry? We can grab something to eat when we reach Bourdamun.”

I replied, “Sure.”

Noticing my distraction, he squeezed my hand and asked, “What are you thinking?”

I refocused and looked at Atlas seriously. “Trinity’s disappearance seems a little suspicious,”

“What makes you think that?” Atlas asked, looking at me.

I shook my head, “I can’t pinpoint it yet, but I have a strong feeling about this. I think Anson wasn’t telling the truth. His behavior seems completely different from last time. His urgency today seemed forced, and… there’s a kind of…”

“Deception,” Atlas finished my sentence.

I looked at him, surprised. “You feel the same way?”

Atlas nodded, “I do.”

“Do you think Jared can see it?” I asked, “He knows Anson better than us.”

“Maybe he’s just playing along with Anson’s plan,” Atlas said cryptically.

He squeezed my hand again, “Let’s deal with Bourdamun first, then we can discuss this. We might get some new information by then.”

Arnold also called during the journey. He had arrived in Bourdamun too. Since Grandma Rose was still at Pleca Park, Arnold decided to stay there and not rush back to Monora.

Today, our focus was Bourdamun, so Ryan and Carol arrived early. I was supposed to reach Bourdamun by noon, but it was six in the evening when I finally arrived at the Bourdamun Hotel.

The ancient city was unusually lively today. Even the locals were excited. Decorations were everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

I felt proud, to be honest. They believed in me, and I was determined not to disappoint them and create a beautiful new city for them.

The Bourdamon Hotel was

especially crowded today, and many important figures had arrived early It was the city’s most prestigious hotel and a symbol of Bourdan un pride, so it was where important visitors stayed.

The local authorities had assigned us a team of special reception personnel.

As soon as we got out of the car, reception staff rushed over and respectfully guided us inside.

It was five-star treatment, all right.

We bumped into Noah in the hotel lobby as he was on his way out. He approached us warmly. “Ah, it’s great that you’re here. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

As Atlas and Noah exchanged

pleasantries, gestured to him with my luggage. I wanted to go upstairs to drop off my things and change had dressed casually for the journey, and it would not feel appropriate for me to attend the dinner dressed like this. .

The reception staff guided me to the elevator.

It was busy today, and many people were coming and going. The elevator was a little crowded, and the receptionist wanted to clear some space, but I signaled him not to.

We stood near the door and

ascended to the 8th floor. As the

elevator doors were about to close someone behind me pressed the button for the 15th floor. At that moment, as the hand withdrew, I suddenly saw…