Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Outside, a few people who appeared to be passersby were all holding their phones to record videos. Inside the Hallow Clan’s building, it seemed calm, yet it couldn’t quell the curious people who were peeking through the windows from above.

This is a common ailment of modern people: they love to watch the excitement, love to critique, and even more so, they like to project their own dissatisfaction onto others to seek balance. So, Charlotte Miller happened to fall into such a chess game, seemingly fraught with danger.

”Atlas Hallow, how is Rowan Diaz’s situation?” Charlotte had usually not often taken the initiative to enter Atlas Hallow’s office. No matter how close they were in private, here she insisted that Atlas was merely her superior. Of course, now there was an additional layer to her identity; they had a cooperative relationship. Although the formal trusteeship contract had not yet been signed, it was as good as a done deal.

”Why are you worried about this?” Atlas stood up, took Charlotte’s hand, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the dozens of floors high, there was a gray haze, making it impossible to see anything clearly. Yet he still pointed downward, lightly parting his lips to say in a low voice, ”A mother whose son is now in the hospital being rescued is not thinking of being there with him, doesn’t want money, and instead causes trouble here. So, what do you think I should do?”

What happens to Rowan Diaz is no longer the key point. The key is what his family wants, and what the people manipulating these events from behind the scenes want.

”He’s too fragile. Proposal rejections happen frequently. He’s worked so long, hasn’t he experienced these things before? Why did a blood vessel in his brain suddenly burst?” Charlotte, a bit headache-stricken, went to sit on the sofa. Atlas noticed her complexion was slightly dim, lacking its usual radiance.

This situation had still affected her. Atlas sighed softly in his heart, stood behind Charlotte, and began to gently massage her temples with his slender fingers: ”Leave it to me. You don’t need to worry about these things.”

This was originally none of Charlotte’s concern, and he didn’t want his woman to work so hard. But he found that Charlotte really loved to work, and she truly shone, mesmerizingly, while working. However, he didn’t expect she’d encounter so much trouble at the start. Ultimately, it was because of him; these people couldn’t act against him, so they targeted Charlotte instead.

It was an undeserved misfortune, yet such events might not be all bad for Charlotte.

Perhaps in some aspects, she was too simple—simplistically innocent, making one feel tender-hearted toward her. Besides, the matter boiled down to blaming himself; he hadn’t held a wedding back then, nor had he officially announced her identity to the media, which led to her experiencing so much groundless speculation.

What she deserves, he should return to her, never missing a thing.

”Don’t look at the news, don’t pay attention to the comments, leave these matters to me.” Atlas’s deep voice rose in the air, filled with magnetism, as if it could provide her with stable strength.

”Thank you.” Charlotte closed her eyes, trying not to think about those things anymore. Thinking about them now was useless; all she could do was take one step at a time.

As Atlas had not yet taken action, everyone thought he might have a guilty conscience. The Diaz family especially thought so, hiring a lawyer team to start demanding sky-high compensation. Sky-high compensations have precedents in the United States; the U.S.A does not award such sums because those people are not as wealthy as Atlas Hallow. Once this idea formed, the momentum grew terrifyingly, determined to make Atlas apologize and render Charlotte unable to stay in the business world.

Yet Atlas remained steadfast, unperturbed by the eight winds, seemingly unmoved.

The people below were a bit anxious, making phone calls one after another. Even the veteran shareholders and directors participating behind the scenes were even more anxious.

The Hallow Clan’s stock price had always been as steady as an aircraft carrier, but it started to wobble when this news spread all over.

This made the directors holding large shares restless. Not only did they call, but they even personally ran to Atlas Hallow’s office to find out what was going on.

”Atlas, this is no joke, how much has it dropped?” The elder members of the Hallow Family were in anguish. Other matters were negotiable, but when it came to financial issues, it felt like having their flesh cut with a knife, unbearable.