Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 937

Chapter 937 Being Mad Won’t Solve Anything

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying force. His jaw tightened, while his striking bright eyes locked onto Kimberly. A cold aura emanated from him as he approached us.

I distinctly noticed Kimberly clutching my arm more tightly and trembling slightly. The entire restaurant felt like an icy cave, with tension hanging in the air.

Even the onlookers, normally eager for gossip, dared not make a sound.

Eleanor called out weakly, "Mr. Atlas."

The rest of the patrons whispered to each other, "It really is Atlas. Wow, he's so handsome."

"I can't believe it's really him."

As Atlas moved closer to us, I could hear Kimberly gulping.

"I'll say it again...." Atlas's sharp eyes turned toward Kimberly, and he suddenly roared, "Let her go!"

Kimberly shivered, and the broken bottle dropped from her hand.

Atlas kicked her, causing me to stumble a little in the process as she tried to clutch onto me. He managed to pull me into his embrace.

I heard a muffled sound, accompanied by the overturning of tables and chairs and the shattering of plates.

Atlas held me securely. I felt an unprecedented sense of safety.

The people in the restaurant erupted into cheers.

"This is incredible!"

Some even covertly started recording.

I looked back and saw a table overturned on the floor. Kimberly was still struggling among the chaos and trying to get up. She was covered in leftover food and looked like a mess. She grimaced, trying to stand, which was testament to the force behind Atlas's kick.

Eleanor rushed toward us. "Chlo! Are you hurt?"

Atlas immediately released me and inspected me from head to toe. The chili oil stains on my clothes looked alarming and made Atlas visibly anxious. I quickly reassured him, "I'm fine. It's just chili oil." With a worried expression, he softly asked, "Are you really okay?"

"Absolutely." I nodded confidently.

"Dylan."

Dylan briskly walked over, and Atlas calmly instructed, "Take her with you and let the police handle the others. Make sure nothing about today's

t gets leaked anywhere."

Just then, police sirens echoed from outside, indicating that someone had discreetly called for help.

Atlas guided me outside, and only then did I realize Arton was nowhere to be seen.