Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 726 Sly Old Fox

Atticus smiled, saying, "Indeed, I won't engage in a battle without preparing for it. Of course, I can't be shameless either because it would be too greedy. I wouldn't have a favorable outcome if I made a move on Bourdamun without assurance."

"It looks like you're the crafty one," I said straightforwardly, "So, you traded a stagnant pond for a vast ocean? You're winning with a clear conscience."

I had to admit I felt a little uncomfortable. Atticus was extremely cunning.

He chuckled somewhat embarrassedly, "It's like that for me, but Atlas also obtained a boundless opportunity. Do you think he's easy to shake? Perhaps he wouldn't have let go if he hadn't had you back then. I admit it was an unsportsmanlike victory."

It was apparent Atticus was sincere and seemed to hold Atlas in high regard. "Muborough is reaching saturation while Bourdamun has excellent potential. You've also acquired a piece of valuable land. How could Atlas lose?

"That way, we can dominate our specific territories or merge with more opportunities for collaboration. Isn't that great?"

"How so?"

Atticus explained matter-of-factly, "Think about it. You can focus on branding, and I'll lead in construction. There's no conflict there. We can join forces if I take on future high-standard projects. If you lack strength, I can make up for it. We complement each other perfectly, I think."

I immediately responded, "Calling you a sly fox is fitting."

Atticus smiled. "Business is business, right? It's mutually beneficial, and we're a formidable alliance." He sipped his tea and leaned into the sofa. "On the contrary, we're friends in private. I considered you one since you approached me during that material incident.

"Honestly, I have immense respect for Atlas, especially because he's young, talented, and highly ambitious. Although we have yet to collaborate, I believe it won't be long before we do."

"Are you that confident?" I teased. In my mind, Atlas wouldn't focus much on real estate development but would undoubtedly be my behind-the-scenes supporter.

The chances of Atticus and Atlas cooperating were slim unless the former wanted to venture into other industries.

"There will be opportunities," Atticus asserted, "Cooperation isn't limited to business."

His statement gave me a new impression of him. It seemed my speculations had some merit, but I didn't pry.

As the dishes arrived, I excused

myself and went to the restroom. When I reached the corridor, I brushed shoulders with a man in a cap. I hadn't seen his face, but felt something strange about him when he passed me.

I couldn't help but turn back to take another look. However, the man strode away as if nothing had happened. However, I felt a sense of familiarity with him. I raised a brow, thinking it was unlikely to encounter someone I knew here.

When I returned to the private room, Atticus pointed at my bag and said, "You have a call."

I removed my phone from the bag and glanced at the screen. When I saw it was Johnson who called, I returned his call. When the call connected, he urgently said, "Chlo, where are you? Let's meet!" "When?" I asked, sensing he had something important to discuss.

"The sooner, the better! Tell me where you are, and I'll come over," Johnson responded.

"I'm in Rivendell and won't be able to return until evening. It might be pretty late when I get home, too. Is it urgent? We can talk on the phone." I was worried it might be something crucial.

Johnson heard that I was in

Rivendell and said, "Oh, it's nothing

too important. Adrian secured a meeting with Matthew. We're going to see him tomorrow. I just wanted to know if you were busy. The trial is approaching, and I heard Liora is up to no good again."