Beyond the Divorce

The two airport police officers who had intercepted them immediately reported to their supervisor. "They're not passengers. Someone told them to do this."

The middle-aged man looked nervously at us and stammered, "W-We don't know what's going on, it's just... He..."

Atlas's voice turned icy as he asked, "Why are you here?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"S-Someone paid us to do this." The man trembled under Atlas's intense gaze.

"Who?" Atlas asked sharply.

"A man with a southern accent. He's not very good at English," the middle-aged man replied.

Atlas immediately showed him a photo of Navi on his phone.

The man nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's him!"

"Where did you meet him?"

"At Northern Intersection 2." The man gulped nervously. "He said to just take a quick spin like this. I... I didn't know..."

"When you saw him, how many people were with him?" Atlas asked again.

"J-Just one." The middle-aged man stared nervously at Atlas.

"How many?" Atlas repeated.

"Really... Just one," He affirmed. He didn't seem like he was lying.

Just then, Atlas's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowned, and turned to the airport police chief. "We need to go to the international departure gate restroom."

The chief immediately pointed in that direction, and Atlas strode briskly over.

I hurriedly followed.

In the restroom, I saw a man lying on the floor, and his physique...

Atlas quickly approached, crouching down to carefully examine the man's face. He reached out, feeling the man's neck. Suddenly, he pinched a spot beneath the man's jaw, tearing something, and the entire face came off. I was startled and let out a gasp. I couldn't fathom what kind of maneuver this was.

But when my gaze fell on the face of the man lying on the ground again, I panicked. With a sudden exclamation, I cried out, "Dad!"

The man lying on the ground was none other than my father, George, who had been kidnapped.

I had felt a sense of deja vu the moment I saw his figure.

Everyone was stunned.

I rushed over, shaking his body with my hands. "Dad! Atlas..."

"Don't worry, he's just unconscious," Atlas reassured me, then turned to the airport officer. "Please, call a doctor."

I kept calling out to my dad, checking his breath and heartbeat. They were weak but present.

Soon, airport medical personnel rushed over, and we lifted my dad onto a stretcher, taking him directly to the VIP lounge for a thorough examination. After all that turmoil, my father gradually regained consciousness.

When his eyes met mine, his expression visibly relaxed. "My daughter."

"Dad! Are you okay? You scared me to death!" I exclaimed, clutching his hand tightly. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

He shook his head gently and weakly replied, "He knocked me out. I'm fine now."

Then, he looked at Atlas. "Where is he? Did he escape?"

"Don't worry, Dad. He won't escape," Atlas reassured my father. But his eyes remained focused on my father's face.

At this point, airport security

personnel brought us surveillance screenshots, showing my father the images of the two men leaving the restroom during that time. My father pointed to one of them and confirmed, "It's him!"

I glanced at the screen. It was a man completely different from Navi. He

had grayish white hair and was slightly hunched, carrying a

backpack on his back. His

appearance differed drastically from Navi's photos, making him almost impossible to recognize even if he passed by us.

It looked like he had also used some kind of disguise before leaving.

The airport police chief was about to order an inspection when Atlas stopped him. He said with certainty, "There's no need to do any more checks."

Everyone looked at Atlas in surprise. He calmly explained, "It's too late for that. He used disguises, and even if he left, he'd definitely choose the earliest flight. He might not escape from here at all either. If he hasn't achieved his goal, he'll strike again. I still have a plan to capture him, so there's no need to hurry after him."

When we heard Atlas's explanation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.