Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

At this time, she should be sound asleep. This girl didn’t even need to adjust to the time difference when she returned to the country. She adapted immediately, even fitting in well with the Hallow Family, navigating her way adeptly without getting herself entangled in any messy affairs. She’s quite a smart woman.

Not just smart, but extraordinarily beautiful. There’s always a breathtaking allure when looking at her.

To him, Charlotte Miller was an unexpected gain, disrupting all his previous plans. As the elevator reached the fifth floor and the door to the room opened, even without turning on the light, his intuition told him that the room was empty. Was she not there?

She said she would go back to her parents’ house over the weekend but didn’t mention staying a night at the Miller Family’s home. After a long journey back, did he return to such a cold and empty room?

Taking off his suit, he sat in the darkness and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. As he lit it, the red ember flickered, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke from his lips, realizing that habit is a frightening thing.

Science has proven that it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, but she became a habit for him in just six days.

The first habit began with her scent, so faint it was almost nonexistent, yet he could perceive it clearly. Every whiff of fragrance seemed to ensnare him, invading every pore of his body with a dominance he couldn’t resist.

Though seemingly soft, it was imbued with immense tension; seemingly harmless but carried a constant undertone of intrusion and aggression deep in her heart. She was a peculiar woman, making him want to keep exploring, to savor her even more.

Not seeing Charlotte Miller upon returning made Atlas Hallow uncomfortable. He extinguished the cigarette after a few puffs, as even smoking couldn’t relieve his irritation.

How long had it been since he felt this way? Uncomfortable because he couldn’t see someone. He picked up his phone but hesitated for a long time without dialing. At this hour, she was probably sleeping soundly. She always had good sleep quality. When he lay beside her, she didn’t feel the slightest sense of threat, her breathing steady.

Charlotte was indeed asleep. The yacht was large, the room spacious and comfortable, drawing awe. Even as the waves rolled on the sea, she felt little, her notion to stay up all night watching stars succumbing to the call of slumber, entering dreamland early.

Breakfast time was the liveliest at the Hallow Family’s, as everyone was required to be present. It was a family rule.

Even though Atlas returned at midnight, he got up early as usual. The housekeeper quickly brought his breakfast as he sat down.

Amir hastily finished his breakfast before leaving. Apart from appearing for breakfast, he rarely stayed at the Hallow Family throughout the day. Nobody could control him anyway, considering he married Ava Walker for the whole Hallow Family’s sake, which was somewhat unfair. As long as he didn’t make a big mistake, Atlas wouldn’t intervene much. Only Ava watched Amir’s escaping figure, turning her head bitterly, her eyes fixed on Atlas Hallow’s face.

”I can’t keep my husband in check, and you can’t manage your wife. Atlas, it seems we really share the same plight...” Her icy laugh was chilling, as was the oppressive gaze in her eyes.

”If you don’t want breakfast, then don’t eat it.” Atlas didn’t even glance her way, sipping his porridge elegantly. He planned to pick up Charlotte Miller once he’d finished breakfast and take her shopping for clothes.

Looking at the wardrobe, seeing those dresses made him uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Ultimately, he failed as a husband, letting someone else foot the bill. Yet this little girl had grown bold abroad, actually allowing another man to pay for her?

Does she need some discipline?

Thinking of this, the pupils under Atlas Hallow’s thick lashes, dark as ink, flickered slightly. The porridge on his tongue was sweet and smooth, yet less than a hundredth as alluring as her charming skin.

It was she he wished to consume, not the porridge.

”Why doesn’t big brother check out the morning news? Sister-in-law is quite photogenic, and her lover doesn’t seem bad either. No wonder she didn’t come home last night...” His tone carried a hint of mockery, sounding incredibly sinister.

The phone screen was small, yet the headline news was clear. It wasn’t about Charlotte Miller that caught everyone’s attention, but rather the massive yacht docked at the port. As they snapped pictures, Charlotte inadvertently got photographed as well. There were sequential photos of her disembarking a car with a man at dusk and entering the yacht, all laid out clearly.

Last night, was she not at the Miller Family’s house?

How awkward could this be? The seniors dining in the restaurant with them remained silent, as no one could ever meddle in Atlas Hallow’s affairs, let alone something so personal. He managed his issues well himself, so everyone remained mute, either leaving the table or heading upstairs. Only Ava stayed, her eyes still locked onto Atlas Hallow, wanting to see his reaction, yet once again disappointed by his elegance as he finished his porridge and cleaned the small dishes on the table.

Atlas Hallow had a habit of not wasting anything. Regardless of being born into wealth, he never wasted a single meal.

Finishing breakfast, he returned to his room, his hand gripping a phone seemingly heated by the anger surging through his body...

The same breakfast eating, Charlotte was eating happily, not sensing anything amiss. There was a chef on the yacht, preparing Western-style breakfast: freshly squeezed orange juice, tenderly fried eggs, greasy bacon, sausages, and toast browned on both sides with her favorite strawberry jam. The blue skies and sea were simply perfect.

When the phone rang, she was nibbling on crispy toast. Seeing the number on the phone startled her, leaving jam smeared on her face, though she hurried to wipe it off and answered the call.

It was unexpectedly Atlas Hallow. Wasn’t he supposed to be in B City? Shouldn’t he be in a meeting or something at this time? A morning call? Or a surprise check-in?

Her heart pounded as Ethan Baird, wearing colorful beach shorts and bare-chested, lazily sipping coffee, watched her anxious demeanor with amusement, ”Need me to answer it for you?”

Charlotte glared at him and picked up the call, trying her best to make her voice sound normal, but the slight tremor betrayed her tumultuous thoughts, rising and falling like ocean waves.

”Hello...” Her voice was a bit soft, a bit sticky, making Ethan Baird almost fail to recognize it. Was this Charlotte Miller?

The decisive woman in the financial battleground?