Beyond the Divorce

The familiar face turned out to be none other than Oliver, accompanied by Noah.

It seemed that Noah had close ties with Oliver, which was not out of the ordinary. After all, the construction of New Bourdamun required substantial funding. These two were closely connected.

Oliver didn't appear surprised to see us. Perhaps it was due to familiarity, but he didn't shy away and kept his eyes fixed on Lauren's face.

However, I also noticed that Oliver's eyes wouldn't stray to anyone else as long as Lauren was present.

I introduced Dominic and Fred to them.

Noah warmly said, "Let's go together."

After a round of laughter, we all headed toward the hotel. Oliver naturally stood beside Lauren.

Although they walked together in silence without much conversation, I knew this might be the opportunity Oliver had been waiting for.

At the hotel entrance, Noah bid farewell, and Dominic went back to his room to rest.

I had matters to discuss with Fred, and Lauren quickly said, "I'll go back to the room to rest. We'll head back to Foswood in the morning."

However, Oliver promptly said, "Lauren, I'd like to take you out for a stroll. The shops here are quite nice."

Just as Lauren was about to respond, I quickly interjected, "Lauren, while you're out, could you check for any delicious snacks to bring back for the elderly and kids? They're with Rose right now." Lauren shot me a reproachful look and said, "Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

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Oliver promptly responded, "Sure, we'll look around for some."

Lauren pursed her lips but unable to say much more with Fred present.

She turned to nod at Fred, and then Oliver turned back with her. I watched their retreating figures and couldn't help but smile inwardly.

I silently praised Oliver. His efforts hadn't been in vain. I also felt that Oliver's steps seemed much lighter.

I sat down with Fred in the cafe, ordering a pot of tea for myself. I was afraid that coffee late at night might affect my sleep.

We began discussing Fred's family matters.

According to Fred, Hugo was currently pressuring his father to split the family assets, but his father knew that such a division wasn't feasible.

The founding of the Myers's factory was attributed to Fred's grandfather, who was a carpenter. He had carved out a niche with his set of carpentry skills, gradually expanding to become the first sizable window

manufacturing factory in the capital.

The current Urban Builders was founded as a result of three generations' efforts. It was with the iron windows, plastic doors and windows, and eventually, insulated steel windows. Several generations had poured their efforts into this, creating a legacy. However, Hugo appeared to be idle and carefree.

"My affection for my father stems

entirely from my mother. My mother treated my father like a king because they had a great relationship back then. But it was short-lived. My mother passed away during difficult childbirth when giving birth to their second child."

I could see the profound sadness in Fred as he spoke about this painful past.

He continued, "Before she died, she held my hand and told me that it was just going to be my father and me. She insisted that, no matter what, I must take good care of my father."

Fred's recounting revealed his grief.

"When I was six, my father

remarried. Hugo's mother entered our lives and gave birth to Hugo the following year. So, he is eight years

younger than me."

I had glanced through some information about the Myers family but was unaware of these details.

He went on, "My father dotes on Hugo quite a bit. I lost my childhood because of this."

"Hugo's mother doesn't seem to be a kind woman, right?" I boldly asked. "Otherwise, Hugo wouldn't be so bold and reckless. There must be some link there."

"You're right." Fred had to admit. "But have you considered that if this situation continues, Urban Builders can be in real danger?"