Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow looked at her somewhat dejected expression, and suddenly wanted to tease her. It was a strange feeling; his anger had come quickly but seemed to leave just as fast. Like now, when she sat obediently on his lap talking to him, all of his anger slowly dissipated.

It was like parched, cracked earth being nurtured by a gentle spring rain, and his mood started to lift: ”How would you know I disagree if you don’t try? Am I that scary?”

Of course, he was scary. Didn’t he know?

Her shoulder still hurt terribly, constantly reminding her of how rough and cruel Atlas Hallow had been just a moment ago.

”I want to do the work I love. Ethan just said that your partner Joseph Shaw found him and hopes we can join in on the New Energy City project. Will you agree?” Charlotte Miller finally asked. He couldn’t possibly be unaware that Joseph Shaw had approached Ethan Baird, and suddenly Charlotte felt like she had no secrets in front of him.

It was as if she had been stripped naked and was standing before him for inspection. This feeling was truly awful.

”I will give it serious consideration.” She could actually join, it was just that he didn’t quite like the idea.

”If you agree, I’ll have a lot of time to spend with Ethan, after all, we’re partners.” Charlotte replied truthfully. This situation would be unavoidable in the future, and if he were to lose his temper every day, the project might not even be completed before she was frightened to death.

This was also a way of giving him a little warning, a heads-up.

”Why do you like doing this kind of work?” After all, work involving numbers and money isn’t something a young girl typically enjoys. At her age and with her beauty, she should prefer other jobs like being a designer, or a star, or maybe a fashion buyer, but becoming a financier is just too exhausting and challenging.

”My mother’s grandfather, my great-grandfather, he was a great banker. I hope that one day I can become someone like him.” Charlotte smiled, the curve of her lips elegant and beautiful, showing that she was very proud of her great-grandfather.

He had heard of Charlotte’s great-grandfather, Jett Morgon, who during the war years had spent his fortune to help many ordinary people suffering from the chaos of war, and ultimately died in poverty.

She wants to become someone like that? Atlas Hallow couldn’t help but find it amusing as he looked at the girl radiating with brilliance, how powerful dreams must be to sustain her to want to do those things?

”Actually, your best identity is to become an excellent Mrs. Hallow.” Atlas Hallow didn’t want her to become someone like that, not because he feared the girl would one day surpass him, but because he wished to occupy all her time.

Doing those things is too taxing and mentally draining for a woman, clashing with many men with ulterior motives always made him a little reluctant.

He didn’t want to see that silky, soft black hair turn gray early due to overthinking. That would be such a shame.

Charlotte let out a long sigh...