Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow’s office was unlocked, and in the grand office, there was no one. She sat on the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. It had been a long time since she’d seen such a fiery sunset. Outside, it was always a murky gray, just like her current mood.

Since when could Atlas Hallow control her emotions?

Walking through the gray mist, she felt as though she had transformed into a demon—frightening.

”Where is she?” In a dark alley, a man in a black coat reached out and choked another man’s neck. In the dark mist, his eyes burned blood-red, terrifying like a demon’s gaze.

”I don’t know, it really wasn’t me...” The man being choked looked terrified, the large hands cutting off his every breath, as if just a slight increase in force would break his trachea. The man in front of him was tall and imposing, with sharp features like a deity, yet behind him, it seemed as if a pair of invisible black wings were slowly unfurling.

Those were demonic wings...

”Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?” The man’s thin lips tightened, and he let out a cold laugh, a chilling smile that made one’s hair stand on end.

”Last night, after they finished having their fun, they dragged that woman away. It’s said they didn’t enjoy themselves at all, perhaps because the woman wasn’t cooperative. Maybe she was dumped on the street outside, near that motel with the red light sign on XX Road. The rest I really don’t know, I didn’t touch her...” The scrawny man detained by Atlas Hallow was shaking, his words stumbling.

For standing behind Atlas Hallow was someone they all feared deeply.

Jiwú had arrived.

In this city’s most prosperous area, there were bound to be a variety of different trades, and all these trades were owned by one person, that was Jiwú.

No one knew Jiwú’s real name, only that he had four brothers above him, all of whom died of illness. He was the fifth and the only one who survived, so he always used the name Jiwú to never forget his four brothers who went before him.

The fact that this man could make Jiwú come out in the middle of the night to help find someone meant he wasn’t an ordinary person, so they must have provoked the wrong person.

Luckily, he didn’t touch that woman, or he really might have ended up dead.

Jiwú was not to be offended, nor was the man in the black coat.

A fury beyond compare, Atlas Hallow understood clearly the meaning of those words.

Leaving her on the street outside the motel, in such a winter, who knew if she could survive the night.

Even at six o’clock in the morning, the sky was still dauntingly dark, and Atlas Hallow seemed to merge into the darkness.

His mind was both clear and pained, how could such a thing happen?

That dreadful guilt hit him, leaving him unsteady.

After four in the morning, he knew the quickest way to find someone in the city, especially to find a woman at night.

When he called Jiwú, he was still awake.

Jiwú often suffered from insomnia at night. Once he fell asleep, nothing outside could wake him—a tornado wouldn’t disturb him. His personal bodyguard would turn off his phone when he slept, and nothing was negotiable, ensuring he would not be disturbed.

Jiwú didn’t say much, only had him sit for a bit at the Foster Family’s place. When he arrived, Jiwú’s scouts had already gone out to work, for finding a woman in such a big city without precise coordinates was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, there were some features, such as this woman being quite beautiful, such as her being adorned head to toe in luxury items.

More than an hour later, news came. At that time, Atlas Hallow was sitting with Jiwú in his small courtyard, whose worth surpassed any mansion. Jiwú’s health seemed truly poor, wrapped in a thick fur cloak, the slick, glossy fur a rare treasure, its black luster pure, without a single blemish visible to the eye. While his men reported, the fire burned brightly, and he brewed his specialty tea. The teapot held a dark brown Pu’er, a top-grade tea.

After whispering a few words into Jiwú’s ear, he still elegantly poured a cup of tea for Atlas Hallow, then slowly spoke: ”There’s indeed such a woman, is this the one you’re looking for?”