Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 1260

Chapter 1260 The Walking Dead

I knew exactly what to expect from him. Using him might benefit us in the short term, but he might become dissatisfied and resentful in the long run. That worried me, which was why I had spoken out earlier.

I couldn't risk planting seeds of trouble for the Huffman family.

As the car reached the gate, we entered the village without running into any obstacles, since Millard was with us, and headed straight to the main building.

I saw Atlas's car parked there, so I knew he must be in the hall right now.

When the car stopped, Millard cautioned, "I might be harsh to you later, Mrs. Chloe, so I'd like to apologize in advance for that. You need to give me a chance to find your father." "Don't worry about that. Finding him is the priority," I reassured Millard.

I had taken a risk from the moment Millard claimed to be a member of the Huffman family. I was gambling, taking a chance.

But at this point, I had no other choice.

As we exited the car, Millard and his men pretended to push and shove us as we walked inside. Millard had a triumphant demeanor, striding in as if he owed no allegiance to anyone. The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat "peaceful" and not as tense as I had imagined, but I could still sense the difference in the auras of the two men.

But when Millard "ushered" me in, Atlas's expression changed instantly. He looked cold and gloomy now.

He remained seated, his gaze sharp as he looked at Navi, gaze filled with hostility. "You sealed your fate by attacking my car, Navi. And now you're even going after my people?" Navi glanced at me with a smirk, casually saying, "My subordinates went too far, Mr. Atlas."

"In that case, let her go." Atlas's tone was commanding.

Navi's expression flickered as he set down his teacup and looked at Atlas indifferently "Since my subordinates offended Mrs. Chloe, your

resentment may not be so easil net

resolved. Why don't we speak frankly? If you want to take Mrs. Chloe away from here, you need to let go of the notebook. We'll each

get what we need."

I stepped forward without fear and glared at Navi. "What about my father?"

Navi looked at me disdainfully. "You really don't know your place, Mrs. Chloe. You're already in trouble yourself, but you still care about that half-dead man?" "Then you won't get the notebook!" I declared firmly.