Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341 A Strong Support

Lauren insisted on driving me back home as I left the Vanderberg Palace. I grabbed a couple of fresh

outfits and asked her to take me to the airport.

During the ride, I made calls to both Ryan and Grayson.

Grayson offered, “I can accompany you, you know. Are you sure you want to go alone?”

“Your mission is more crucial. Finding evidence is the key to victory. I’ll be fine on my own. Trust me, I

earnestly advised Grayson.

The remorse in Ryan’s voice was clear.

I was not worried about the company with Ryan in charge, but he was not good at complicated

relationships. His time abroad had dulled his understanding of complex interpersonal dynamics.

Teasingly, I said to Lauren, “Your ideas are truly classic. Why do I feel like you’re such a smooth operator?”

She glanced at me and retorted, “Who’s the smooth operator here? You’re just too close to the situation.

Your brain is leagues ahead of the rest of us.

“In my opinion, you’ve let the company stagnate in the years Matthew ran it. I’m certain that Tanum Corporation would’ve been much better off if you managed it the entire time.”

“Well, that’s not necessarily true. Matthew has his own strengths. He prioritizes profit, which is something I’m not as adept at. Sometimes, I place too much emphasis on loyalty and trust, and I’m not as flexible in

negotiations.”

I reflected on my shortcomings. In truth, the lesson I received from Atticus today helped me recognize

these weaknesses more clearly.

“It seems you can still improve!” Lauren teased me with a smile. “Next time, I might just have to charge you for my advice!”

My eyes lit up. “Why not become a shareholder in Tanum Corporation? You can handle public relations!”

“Hah. You’re quite the entrepreneur, aren’t you?” She scoffed. “Is this a communal company? You were

address.

Once I had my bearings, I set up camp nearby. First, I grabbed a bite to eat. Then I went to check out the address. Surprisingly, it was a quaint cottage. In this area, such houses were becoming increasingly rare.

Dominic Welsh. I wondered what kind of old man he was.

I spotted a small hair salon across the street and walked in. After inquiring about prices, I decided to treat myself to a hair treatment. The best part was that it took some time, giving me the chance to chat a little longer.

The shop owner was a stylish middle–aged woman.

When she heard I wanted a treatment, her face lit up. She knew that this lucrative service.

was the on

Her enthusiasm knew no bounds, and she hardly took a breath.

I took the opportunity to quickly ask her about the people in the cottage.

“Hey! Why are you asking about that old fossil? That old couple living in that cottage… They’re quite the odd pair!”