Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The past is somewhat unbearable to look back on.

The drunken father awoke, faced with the result of having killed someone.

Even if it was accidental manslaughter, it would still result in several years’ sentence, plus another charge, combining two charges would result in a decade at least, which was not a light sentence. At that time, it was the most critical period for the entire Hallow Clan, and such a scandal could shake the entire Hallow Clan. That’s why back then, the Hallow Family agreed to the condition proposed by Ella Johnson.

When Ava Walker came of age, the Hallow Family’s men had to line up for her to choose from, and she could marry whomever she wanted.

After the Hallow Family agreed, they signed, and Kai Walker’s body was taken care of.

The Hallow Family did everything it had to do, and Atlas Hallow didn’t like to bully others with power, so he acted accordingly. If back then Ava Walker hadn’t mistakenly thought he would stop her from marrying Amir and actively chosen him, he would have had no choice but to marry her.

Once you promise something, you should see it through. That is Atlas Hallow’s principle. He doesn’t believe in the supernatural, but he does believe in another form of justice.

If the Hallow Family broke their promise and bullied the Walker Family’s widows and orphans, then it would be their fault. But after Ava Walker and her mother, who had already fallen into obsession, did so many things, Atlas had every reason to clear Ava Walker out without owing them any apology.

As long as he found Ella Johnson, he had ten thousand ways to force her to hand over the video, permanently eliminating future trouble.

But his identity didn’t allow him to search openly, so it’s most appropriate for Ji Wu to handle this matter.

”Atlas Hallow, have you ever thought about how strange this matter is? How could your father get drunk and end up in the servant’s room?” After setting down the ginseng tea in his hand, Ji Wu watched as the housekeeper served the freshly steamed snowy and delicate London Cake.

The London Cake isn’t actually from London, United Kingdom, but hails from Bologna, Italy, made by fermenting glutinous rice flour with yeast before steaming, white as jade in color, half-transparent and extremely pliable. Ji Wu liked this flavor, always having tea cakes after tea, which was his routine.

”No matter what, the fact that he killed someone is undeniable. Re-examining the past is of no help now. Even if they initially intended to extort, they have already been punished. If Kai Walker only intended to scare someone with a knife, he is already dead,” Atlas Hallow said coldly.

Ji Wu smiled slightly. It seemed Atlas Hallow had seen through everything long ago, yet still allowed Ava Walker and her mother to make noise in the house. Why would he do that?

Perhaps Ella Johnson having a video was one reason, and forcing his father out of the board might be another reason.

Actually, no one could truly understand what Atlas Hallow really thought, not even Ji Wu.

The inner world of a powerful man is always a mystery.

The two men drank glasses of aged huadiao wine in the snowy night, talking about the past until the sky began to light up...

Gone all night?

Having slept for two whole days, Charlotte Miller finally felt alive again, getting up at dawn. She instinctively touched the space beside her, finding it both empty and cold.

After getting up and freshening up, changing her clothes, she planned to finish up everything in the last two days so she could vacation in peace.

Before witnessing anything firsthand, she chose to trust Atlas Hallow. During this time, she wanted to have a good time with him, not wanting to waste a single minute or second.

After she was ready, she heard the sound of the door opening, followed by a waft of alcohol.

He’s back?

She quickly padded out of the bedroom barefoot and saw Atlas Hallow.

He seemed a bit tired, and indeed had some alcohol on him, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

The alcohol on some men is a stinking sourness that ferments in the body and seeps out through the breath, but Atlas Hallow’s scent was different.

The aroma of rice wine was rich and mellow; his liver must be in good condition, thus his drinking ability was also good. His alcohol scent didn’t emanate from his breath, rather it had adhered somewhat to his cashmere coat.

The alcohol scent didn’t pass through his body’s organs but rather lingered cleanly in the fibers of his clothing, in his hair, settled on his dense eyelashes, and painted in the depths of his unfathomable eyes.

”Drank all night?” Charlotte Miller quickly came up to him, reaching to hang up the coat he had just taken off.