Chapter 485 The Infamous Beringer Family

The Infamous Beringer Family Rose’s eyes held none of the cloudiness often associated with age. Instead, they gleamed with sharp intelligence.

As she saw us approaching, her eyes twinkled. She said to Atlas, “You're here and fashionably late!” Atlas’s eyes were warm as he smiled.

He replied, “My beloved Grandma Rose, I’m just in time. No one noticed!” I had never seen Atlas like this before.

The aloof and composed Atlas had a playful side to him! It seemed his relationship with Rose ran deep.

“Introduce me, won’t you?” The elderly lady’s gaze shifted to me with a discerning look.

“Chlo, this is the star of today, Rose Beringer. You can call her Grandma Rose!” He introduced me with a soft voice, smiling tenderly.

I stepped forward, greeting her, “Grandma Rose.” “Grandma, this is the person I've been waiting for!” Rose gave me a thorough once-over, and then we shook hands. She gave it a gentle squeeze before nodding.

“Mmm, soft as cotton, destined for prosperity.” Her words left me perplexed. I couldn't help but feel shy as I glanced at Atlas.

"Grandma Rose, your elegance is unrivaled," I said. “When I saw you, |

wondered if I'd look as graceful as you one day!” I spoke the truth, and Rose’s face lit up with joy. She turned to Atlas and said, “I see why you’ve been searching for so many years! She’s endearing!” Atlas’s smile became even more enchanting.

I handed over a small, weighty box I was holding to Rose. Atlas prepared it, and I did not know what was inside.

“1 wish you everlasting happiness.” 1 couldn’t help but fall into convention, considering the occasion.

“Haha, just what I wanted!” Rose's face beamed, “Atlas, this girl is to my liking!” Her tone resembled that of Atlas’s dear grandmother. They chatted for a while, and I stood by, listening to their conversation. I From their conversation, it was clear that they were old friends. Their business perspectives aligned, and they collaborated on projects.

More guests came to offer their birthday wishes, and only after Atlas finished his chat with Rose did he take me to greet the others. These people were wealthy or influential figures.

That man was here, too. After exchanging a few words with Rose, he greeted Atlas. He mentioned a large- scale business networking event early next month and invited Atlas to attend.

Atlas responded politely.

This was only natural. They had high expectations for Atlas.

After all, ATL Empire was an internationally renowned conglomerate, and its yearly achievements were attributed to companies like ATL Empire.

So the man treated Atlas with considerable respect. Of course, Atlas’s relationship with the Beringer family was also something he valued.

The banquet was held at the Beringer family's mansion. The mansion was top-tier in the coveted neighborhood of Foswood. Its location in a vital commercial district emphasized the Beringer family's deep-rooted foundations.

I couldn’t help but admire Rose even more, Atlas told me she had been widowed at a young age and had single-handedly managed the family business. Rather than declining, the Beringer family’s fortune had thrived.

Atlas’s connection with the Beringer family stemmed from Louis. He had a deep bond with the elderly lady, which allowed ATL Empire to establish itself in Foswood.

This relationship was a friendship through generations.

Atlas told me, “My grandmother passed away when I was very young.

Celine’s mother was my grandfather’s second wife, so it’s normal for Celine and my father not to get along.” “So that’s how it is!” I had never known this detail. Even after investigating, I had overlooked it.

“I'hat’s why Celine lacks basic human decency!”

"I came to the Beringer family when | was very young. Rose treated my father as her own, and my father was instrumental in the family's expansion into international markets. This strengthened the Beringer family's foundation and benefited both families." “It’s just a pity about your father’s passing,” I sighed, then realized what I said might have been inappropriate.

“I’m sorry!” I looked up, meeting Atlas’s eyes. He tightened his arm around mine and looked down at me with a smile. “Must you be so formal with me? You're speaking the truth!” “But it’s a painful memory,” I said.

When our gazes met another figure, 1 was taken aback.