Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Classmates,” Atlas Hallow replied truthfully.

”It must be a female classmate, right?” He took a step forward, and Charlotte Miller took a step back, always maintaining a two-meter distance.

”You really sound like a shrew.” Atlas Hallow even relaxed his brow, and the autumn sunlight seemed to pierce through the glass, casting a golden glow on the man’s tall body, momentarily making Charlotte Miller feel an illusion.

He was truly godlike in appearance...

She couldn’t be swayed by his looks, Charlotte commanded herself to stay awake.

”So what if I am a shrew? If you don’t like it, we can divorce, I don’t object.” As soon as Charlotte Miller spoke these words, she was stunned by Atlas Hallow’s eyes, which turned sharp as ice shards.

In just one second, his eyes, which had carried a slight smile, turned into two bottomless, terrifying black holes.

”If I ever hear the word ’divorce’ from your mouth again, I’ll sew up your pretty little mouth.” At the mention of those words, Atlas Hallow grew grim, the sunlight itself seemed to absorb his chill, and the temperature in the office plummeted, becoming intensely cold.

”Isn’t it unfair that officials can light fires but commoners can’t light lamps?” Charlotte boldly continued, refusing to be intimidated by him: ”Ethan Baird and I are just classmates. If you can see classmates, why can’t I see a classmate?”

She even needed to seize the chance to fight for her own rights, after all, she still needed to meet with Ethan Baird on many occasions due to their contractual relationship, which couldn’t be severed for the time being, and most importantly, she didn’t want to terminate their cooperative relationship.

If one day this man decided to make a move against her or the Miller family, she needed enough leverage to fight a self-defense battle, and strengthening herself was the only chance to defeat Atlas Hallow.

”Just classmates?” Charlotte fearlessly added another sentence, since she’d already provoked him; if she was going to die, she might as well die clear-headed.

”What do you think?” Atlas Hallow advanced, his body like a mountain, pressing on her vision, enveloping her completely in his shadow, as if wanting to swallow her whole.

”I didn’t think anything, but you must be more than classmates. You’ve kept in touch for so many years, and she can enter your office, the relationship isn’t simple, is it?” Atlas Hallow was thirty years old, was that woman also thirty?

Charlotte suddenly realized why she felt Miss Hill seemed a bit odd.

Her sense of age was strange; if Miss Hill was thirty, it was normal, as she maintained all her details perfectly. But a thirty-year-old woman, if pampered and inexperienced, might appear to be twenty-three or twenty-four.

Miss Hill should have appeared very young, but she gave the impression of being close to forty.

It was an inexplicable feeling, no wrinkles, yet she seemed somewhat aging. That’s how it was.

”Should I praise you for being smart?” So many thoughts in that tiny brain, observing enough, reacting quickly, Atlas Hallow pulled her into his arms, stroking her delicate face. His gaze darkened, and he lightly said, ”There’s a slight relationship.”

”What kind?” Suddenly, she felt nauseous. What if he had done to Miss Hill the things he did to her last night?

The feeling was so bad it left Charlotte Miller utterly frustrated...

What kind of man was Atlas Hallow? Naturally, there was no need to say. Even if he wasn’t flirty, there would still be plenty of girls clinging to him like sticky candy. Miss Hill wasn’t a socialite, yet her attire was expensive, with a handbag that had to be six figures. Not to mention her few pieces of jewelry.

Behind this woman, there had to be a big sugar daddy.

”Obsessing over this will give you gray hair. Right now, you’re the only woman I have, and knowing that is enough.” Atlas Hallow pinched her cheek; as the temperature dropped, her little face felt cold, like smooth white jade immersed in icy water.

Indeed, something was off, Charlotte Miller had questions but decided not to press further. Atlas Hallow clearly wanted to end the topic about Miss Hill; asking more was meaningless.

”I’ll head out first. You agreed to let Luna Miller and her team use the location for filming. It’s shooting in the executive dining room today, and I need to check it. Assistant Parker cleared the venue this morning; only two executive dining rooms are open today.” Charlotte Miller struggled to stand, conveniently ending this annoying topic for now.

If he didn’t tell, she naturally had means to find out. Charlotte Miller planned to ask Ethan Baird to investigate. With the knowledge of this person’s existence, it wasn’t difficult to check.

”Do you dislike being around me so much?” Atlas Hallow said, seeing Charlotte Miller eager to escape. He trapped her between the desk and himself, lowering his head to speak softly, as his lips brushed the tip of Charlotte’s nose, scaring her, making her eyelashes flutter, like a frightened butterfly flapping its wings.

Large hands held her slender waist, then effortlessly lifted her onto the desk. Charlotte Miller sat on his office desk, with the man’s strong body squeezing between her legs. Leaning back with arms supporting on the desk, she nervously said, ”What are you doing? This is the office.”

”If I wanted to do something, it wouldn’t matter where we are. Why so tense? No one else would dare burst in like you.” Atlas Hallow’s eyes lingered on her face, slowly moving down as she propped her elbows back, further accentuating the curve of her chest, almost causing the buttons to pop open, faintly revealing a light pink bra.

Originally just teasing her, her tense demeanor was so endearing that it somehow became addictive.

”I still have things to do, stop it.” Charlotte Miller clearly observed the change in his pupils, glowing with a light that seemed to ignite, even his breath sprinkled heat with a sense of coarseness when speaking.

”Be a bit proactive and I’ll let you go this time.” His thin lips curved into a sensual arc, seemingly hinting at something she should do.

Charlotte bit her teeth, quickly touching his lips like a chick pecking rice, then struggled to get off the desk: ”Alright, alright, I really have to go, filming is about to start...”

The money was lent because of her, she needed to oversee this film, and she wanted to see exactly what kind of film production required so much money.

”I guess I haven’t taught you well?” When her lips lightly touched, like a feather brushing, like a breeze passing through leaves, Atlas Hallow’s large hand squeezed her waist slightly, the conversation trailing off as their lips met once more.

Entwined and tangled, the exchange of saliva made a smacking sound...

Charlotte Miller felt she was suffocating; this man kissed so forcefully she couldn’t breathe, the strong masculine scent, pure and musky, flooded her senses like ocean water, leaving her helplessly clutching Atlas Hallow’s suit to keep herself from collapsing on the desk.

For a moment, the whole vast CEO office seemed about to burst into flames...

”If you want to be a bold woman in such matters, a bit aggressive, a bit fierce, I’d welcome it...” Watching the woman beneath, her lips already swelling, Atlas Hallow couldn’t help but gently touch them with his finger, as if caressing rose petals in bloom.