Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1372 Meeting Clark at Night



How was this man so irresistibly perfect and flawless? Truly, it was a stroke of luck to have found him.

I indulged in every bite. Yare, the Avila family-none of it mattered anymore.

When we returned to Pleca Park, it wasn't too late, but the vast living room felt unusually deserted, with only my foster mom present. It was giving off a chilly vibe.

"Mom, why are you all alone?" I approached cheerfully, asking her.

"Hey. Your grandma and Arnold went back home today. The kids were tired from playing and just fell asleep, so it's just me now." She sighed, "Once they left, it felt so empty. It's better when there are more people here, and it's livelier."

I suddenly remembered that Archie had already returned to Solaris this morning with Ardie. Arnold, having decided to take over the Beringer family business entirely, had gone to the company early in the morning with Grandma Rose.

All of them had decided to move back to the Beringer family's mansion.

"Is Dad asleep too?" I asked casually.

"He's in the annex, probably chatting with your real father."

Atlas suggested, "Shall we go and see them?"

"Sure." I nodded eagerly.

Sure enough, the two old folks were still chatting. Seeing us come in, my biological father smiled and said, "Just got back?"

Atlas nodded. "Yeah, I had dinner with Chloe."

"Atlas, when will you take me to meet Clark?" My father suddenly made this request to Atlas.

I knew this was a sore spot for him.

Clark, who had been brought into ATL Empire by my father, had ended up...

Atlas pondered for a moment, and asked, "Dad, are you feeling alright?"

"No problem at all. I've healed so much since I returned here," my father said.

George laughed. "You do look better than when you just got back."

Atlas unexpectedly said, "Then let's go now."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was surprised and looked at Atlas, "It's quite late."

"It's not too late. Plus, I need to ask him something," Atlas said.

"Then I'll come with you," I quickly said.

Atlas didn't stop me. He and the bodyguards helped my father get into the wheelchair, and we were off.

My foster dad quickly looked at Atlas and asked, "Can I go with you guys?"

Atlas nodded without refusing,

he immediately looked pleased,

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father forward. The four of us went outside.

Atlas made a call to inform Dylan of our plans.

We went directly to the garage from the corridor, where Atlas chose an RV and helped my father get into it. He pressed a remote, and the wheelchair was stowed away inside the vehicle.

I was amazed by this series of actions.

I had never seen this vehicle before, so it seemed that Atlas had prepared it recently.

We got into the car, with Dylan sitting in the driver's seat. He opened the secret door and drove out through the secret passage.

As soon as the door to the secret passage opened, the two older men were stunned.

My foster dad looked incredulously at the road ahead and exclaimed, "There's actually a passage like this?"

"Dad, very few people know about this road. Even in Pleca Park, not everyone knows about it." I reminded him.

Of course, he understood what I meant and nodded repeatedly. "I see."

My father sighed, "If only we had such a road back then."

We arrived at the storage area, where Cane was already waiting. He helped my father out of the car, and we all headed to the cave area.

My father looked at the facilities inside with approval. I knew he admired Atlas from the bottom of his heart.

This time, we arrived at a spacious

and bright room in the cave area t had been lightly decorated, clean, withcomplete office equipment. It was a very decent office.

Atlas then told Cane, "Bring Clark over."

Cane immediately turned and left. Not long after, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.