Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 New Year’s Gift

Stella’s eyes turned cold as she looked at me.

I began to piece things together and concluded that Annalise’s death wasn’t as straightforward as it

seemed.

Stella quickly corrected herself, “What I meant was that there could never have been a future for them. It wouldn’t have worked out even if she hadn’t died!”

“If Annalise held such a special place in Mr. Atlas’s heart, it must’ve been tough for you, too,” I pointed out. “It affects you directly.”

Her.composure wavered, but she masked it with a bigger smile. “I don’t concern myself with such things. Even if a thousand Annalises appeared, he’d still be mine. I won’t allow anything else.” Her arrogance

knew no bounds.

I nodded. In reality, she had a point. The formidable Pierce family stood solidly behind her.

“How did Annalise die?” I brought up a topic I had avoided. However, Stella kept bringing her up, indicating she wanted to tell me something more.

I wanted to hear Stella’s version of Annalise since I had already gleaned some clues from her slip–ups. Annalise’s death was undeniably linked to Celine.

Stella stated matter–of–factly, “She fell off a cliff and died. When they found her, my mom had Atlas identify the body. They say it was a horrifying sight.”

“How could Mr. Atlas bear it?” I felt a twinge, imagining how Atlas must have felt then.

“It was like the end of the world for him,” Stella said, her eyes holding a cruel glint. She spoke with eerie

satisfaction.

“Did you witness it yourself?” I looked at Stella, searching for answers.

She scrutinized me as if trying to discern my intentions. “I couldn’t bear to look. I only knew that Atlas

was in despair.”

“Perhaps, for you, this was a fortunate turn of events,” I remarked, voicing a harsh truth even though I

wasn’t sure why I said it.

Then I pondered for a moment. “Get Grayson for me.”

He entered promptly, and I gestured for him to take a seat. I decided to speak candidly despite my

hesitation.

“Grayson, there’s something I’m not sure how to tell you.”

“Just tell me what you need, Ms. Chloe,” he replied, unwavering.

He seemed to sense my apprehension and put me at ease. “I’m loyal to my boss. Since Mr. Atlas

recommended me to you, I pledge my loyalty to you. You’re the only one I’ll take orders from!”

His words moved me. “Help me investigate Ms. Stella thoroughly. The more detailed, the better.”

“Yes!” He nodded, then left to carry out his task.

As I watched Grayson depart, I reassured myself that taking risks was sometimes necessary.