Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Not only was everyone in the audience puzzled, but even Atlas and I exchanged glances. I whispered, "What's going on?"

Jewelry!"

The host loudly announced the winning number again, "Please check the number card in your hands. Number 59, please come up on stage to claim your prize! Congratulations, you've become today's luckiest person! You've won the special prize from Sautoir Fine But even after the host's words, there was no response.

People were perplexed, looking around and trying to find the individual in question on and off the stage.

I speculated that this person must have arrived very early. In a plaza with tens of thousands of people, it was evident that whoever got number 59 had come very early. Since they came early, how could no one come forward?

The host repeated the announcement several times, but no one answered.

Someone anxiously shouted from the audience, "Who is this? Did they forfeit the prize? Or did the organizers deliberately deceive us?"

"Yeah, they said the special prize was a priceless bracelet. Could it just be a gimmick?"

"What's going on? We can't just let it go! They promised to give it, they can't deceive us!"

"Let's draw again!"

The people below began to gossip and speculate.

Even the host joked, feeling uncertain.

Just when everyone began to suspect that this was a gimmick by ATL Empire, a few people below shouted together, "Wait... wait a minute!"

Everyone immediately looked in that direction.

They saw several sanitation workers pushing a frail woman, urging her to come on stage. However, the woman was terrified and appeared nervous when facing the individuals pressing her.

The audience was stunned, looking at the sanitation workers in confusion.

"What are they doing?"

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I don't know! Why are they trying to join in the excitement? Did they find the number and want to give it to the police?"

The audience speculated, and the thin woman became even more reluctant to come up.

At that moment, a robust female sanitation worker emerged from the crowd, grabbed the frail woman, and strode forward, loudly addressing me and Atlas.

"Um... is this prize real?" Although she appeared bold, she seemed a bit unsettled at this moment, her eyes drifting as she looked at Atlas.

Atlas calmly stepped forward, nodding gently. "It's genuine."

"Then... does that mean anyone can claim the prize?" Her face flushed as she turned to face Atlas. Her voice was raspy.

"Yes." Atlas still looked kindly at her.

"Okay then. Just treat everyone

equally." She seemed to breathe a

sigh of relief, then pushed the fre

woman in front of us. "Give out the prize! She's the winner!"

The audience erupted in confusion. "What's going on? A sanitation worker?"

"Huh? Really? She's so lucky! What's happening?"

"What a waste! Such a good bracelet, she can't even wear it? It's useless for her!"

Someone even questioned, "Is the ticket yours? Check it! Don't they have ID numbers?"

The woman blushed and said urgently, "I-It's mine. We finished sweeping the streets and then got the number. It's mine!"

The stout woman angrily pointed

below and shouted, "What are you saying? How can it not be ours? We all got numbers after we finished work this morning! I asked the here. He said anyone can participate. Why can't we win?"

Atlas reached out to the host, who immediately handed over the microphone. Atlas's magnetic voice sounded, "This event is fair and

valid. Moreover, our sanitation &

workers are people worthy of respect by everyone!"

The bold female sanitation worker immediately felt happy, but then she looked at Atlas and asked, "Can we make a request?"