Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 568 Seems Like A Trap

Atlas and I chatted a little longer before finally hanging up. Although he was influential, we were in Martin's territory. Still, I knew my chances of failure were nearly zero with Atlas's support.

With Atlas's assurance, I felt relaxed and visited Ryan's room. Indeed, Ryan was busy discussing contract matters with Adrian and the legal team. As expected, Ryan was cautious and meticulous regarding business.

After a short while, Arthur called, and I hurried back to my room to give him a detailed report. Of course, he gave me a few instructions afterward. I realized he knew everything about Nelson's misdeeds. When I ended the call with Arthur, someone knocked on my door. I thought it was Ryan and the others, but I was surprised to see Jeremiah instead. It seemed he was well-informed since he knew which room was in.

I asked arrogantly, "What brings you here?"

He noticed my hand was still on the door, not intending to let him in. He felt uneasy and looked at my hand several times. I figured I'd need to change rooms if I let him in.

Jeremiah smiled meaningfully but seemed hesitant about entering. He grinned and said, "Ms. Chloe, it's rare for you to visit Bourdamun. Since I'm a local, it wouldn't be right if I didn't show you some hospitality."

I rejected him indifferently, "There's no need for that, but thanks anyway. Firstly, we don't have social connections, let alone a partnership, so I have no reason to accept your hospitality. Secondly, it's inconvenient for me to accept any invitations since I brought my team here."

Jeremiah's expression darkened when I rejected his invitation. He said, "It seems you don't respect me enough, Ms. Chloe."

I gave him an unyielding gaze, not bothering to explain myself. "You can interpret it that way if you'd like."

Jeremiah grew annoyed, and his gaze became colder. "You have character, Ms. Chloe."

I knew he didn't initiate this invitation

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and that it was Martin's idea instead. After all, the latter wouldn't give on Bourdamun's new district, especially not to an outsider like me. I figured Martin was concerned about me and Noah.

Therefore, had no intention of dealing with Jeremiah. It would have been a different story if Martin wanted to invite me out. I genuinely wanted to hear what Martin had to say about handling this issue.

I looked at Jeremiah disdainfully and asked, "Is there anything else?"

He knew he had failed just from my expression, so he composed himself and said, "It's fine if you think I'm unfit to show my hospitality toward you Ms. Chloe. But what if Mr.

Martin had come instead?" Content

I noticed a trace of arrogance in his expression as he spoke. It was as if Martin was the king of Bourdamun. Although the Terrells were substantial figures here, Martin was nothing to me.

I feigned ignorance and asked in surprise, “Mr. Martin. I'm not sure which one you're referring to."

I wanted to force Jeremiah to be more specific.