Beyond the Divorce

I felt more confident after my discussion with executives from the two nearby cities the day before.

We needed influential people to join us if we wanted to expand the company. Their presence would enhance the company's strength and credibility, and they'd help the company management as well. It had been a long-standing wish of mine to invite Dominic to join us.

He didn't immediately answer my question.

These two men had different inspection targets and criteria.

Fred was interested in the architectural area of Bourdamun, while Dominic had a broader perspective. He was interested in overall planning, future urban capacity, differences and similarities with the old city, and material-related matters. It was clear that he was keen on what I had to offer.

We stayed in Bourdamun for two full days before preparing to return to Foswood.

As it was late, Lauren suggested staying in Bourdamun and returning to Foswood the next morning.

Lauren had booked a table at the distinctive Ducasse in Bourdamun for our final dinner.

What made this place special wasn't just the cuisine, but also the architecture of the restaurant itself.

The building was entirely designed with wooden arches featuring a garden landscape. The pavilions and towers had a unique charm. Each table had an open view, but they were adequately spaced, ensuring privacy.NôvelDrama.Org content.

We were seated on a street-facing pavilion on the second floor. The excellent view allowed us to see the bustling street below, the swaying trees, and the lush bamboo in the courtyard.

I praised Lauren for her excellent choice. We were both from the north, and would appreciate an environment like this. After all, everyone was involved in architecture, and naturally, they enjoyed the surroundings.

As we ate and chatted, Dominic seemed a little pensive when he saw the beautiful scenery. He admired the picturesque view.

I quickly said, "Why don't you bring your wife here? The climate will benefit her health and help her recover."

He reflected on the past and said,

"I've neglected her for many years She hasn't recovered from the grief of losing our child. She still misses the child dearly, even at this age. That's why her health deteriorated.

"I know how she feels, but I don't dare console her. If I had taken better care of her, maybe things would be different. Unfortunately was too engrossed in my work and I never spared her a single thought. I feel guilty. If it weren't for you, she

might not have lasted much longer."

I earnestly suggested, "Bring her here and let her experience this place. I happen to have an empty house. She can stay and see how she feels. If winter is a challenge for her, we'll see what we can do."

Dominic continued, "I wonder what

will happen to this old city in the

future. I'm thinking of buying a small courtyard right here in Bourdamun. It's serene, slow-paced, and ideal for her. Plus, if they move the city, the old city houses will probably become more affordable

Fred smiled in agreement. "I'll think about being your neighbor."

As everyone laughed, a sudden idea formed in my mind.

I looked at Dominic and suggested, "What if I turn the old Bourdamun into a historic city resort? Make it open to the public. Wouldn't that breathe new life into the new city as well?"

The idea made me excited.

I thought about discussing this with Atlas when I got back.

As we were immersed in our lively discussion, I noticed an occupied table across from us. A young man was accompanied by three elderly individuals. They were a party of four too.

I glanced over at them but didn't pay them much attention.

But after a while, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at our table. I involuntarily looked over at them.