Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Ava Walker is also the Hallow Family’s young madam. How do we know you’re not playing some internal power struggle with her?” Someone could no longer hold back and burst out loudly...

Soon, she would no longer be the young madam of the Hallow Family.

Atlas Hallow tapped his fingers on the table, one tap after another. It was time to begin. He loved to let everyone’s expectations reach their peak before catching them completely off guard, leaving them with no chance to respond.

”You were looking for me?” Charlotte Miller peeked in, only stepping into Atlas Hallow’s office after noticing that the others had left.

”Yeah, there’s a press conference this afternoon, and you need to attend. They’ve been saying you captivate people with your beauty, so I want you to be even more beautiful this afternoon. I’ll give you a three-hour break. Will that be enough?” Atlas looked at Charlotte’s small face, his previously cold and sharp demeanor softened slightly.

”Am I not beautiful enough? Three hours wouldn’t be enough even for plastic surgery...” Charlotte stuck out her tongue and said with a playful smile.

Taking Atlas Hallow’s advice, she avoided looking at any news or comments, focusing on her tasks in peace over the past few days.

Charlotte’s voice was incredibly sweet, like a sudden bright beam of light in extreme exhaustion, or a tangy-sweet fruit candy; it always made people feel comfortable and relaxed.

How could she not be beautiful? Atlas’s deep gaze enveloped Charlotte.

She was stunning without any effort. Her long hair was in excellent condition, spreading out like dense seaweed under the sunlight, gleaming with a soft, ink-like sheen. It might be because she rarely permed or dyed it, maintaining its best state.

Her full, smooth forehead exuded intelligence. With brows like ink, a straight nose highlighted her exquisite features, adding to her charm without seeming out of place. Her most captivating feature was her eyes, resembling black crystals—clear and striking.

Charlotte’s skin was the best he’d ever seen, flawless and not just fair and smooth, but a rare kind of translucency. Standing across from him and looking at him, her entire being was crystal clear. When their gazes met, it was as if there was a gleam sliding in her eyes, truly captivating and mesmerizing.

”Men are vain creatures. Thank you for being so beautiful and satisfying my vanity.” Atlas Hallow stood up, walked in front of Charlotte, and gently brushed his fingers over her lips. Her lips were alluringly crimson, like cherry blossoms blooming on a branch. She had a habit of biting her lips lightly with her shell-like white teeth, which could break down his self-control and make him surrender in a second.

”Is it customary for me to compliment your good looks as well?” Charlotte stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around Atlas’s neck, her breath fragrant as she spoke.

Atlas Hallow’s physique was probably his most appealing feature to women. Nowadays, a well-built body is more desirable than a handsome face, especially for a man.

Though Atlas couldn’t go around exposing his body like in private, even dressed, his physique was suggestive of much more.

He was tall and strong, yet when in formal wear, he appeared lean and elegant. Without clothes, his body displayed well-defined, solid muscles. Not to mention his sharply defined, handsome face.

”We’re truly a perfect match, a shameless couple.” Where would one find such mutual admiration? But since he mentioned she should prepare, she certainly wouldn’t disappoint Atlas.

In reality, those outside matters hardly affected her. She reached the company’s top floor directly via the CEO’s private elevator, and her apartment’s security was excellent. Despite being at the storm’s center, she lived comfortably and securely.

Atlas often did things unexpectedly. While everyone, including her, thought he wouldn’t bother with those news stories, he prepared to hold a press conference. What would he say?

Isn’t it too late for crisis management now? She was curious about what he intended to say at the press conference.

Such a proud man surely wouldn’t apologize, right? She didn’t think Atlas Hallow had done anything wrong regarding Rowan Diaz’s issue. Humanitarian compensation was acceptable, but the exorbitant damages the Diaz Family sought through lawsuits seemed unrealistic.

During the press conference, shouldn’t she be as simple as possible? If she dressed up too much, it would conform to the ”Fox Spirit” portrayal.

But with three hours to spare, Charlotte’s mind raced. She needed to look good but not gaudy, so choosing the right outfit was crucial.

A professional woman should have a sharp, refined appearance. She needed to be both beautiful and competent.

The Hallow Clan prepared to hold a press conference, attracting reporters from all major websites.

This was a delayed press conference. Everyone thought Hallow Clan’s crisis management was poor, waiting until the stock price began to drop to address the issues. If they had apologized and compensated immediately, the stock might not have fallen.

Today’s press conference was far more lively than ever before. Usually, it was for major project announcements, but today was more thrilling, touching on two topics beloved by Americans: stock market fluctuations and beautiful women.

The press conference was scheduled to commence promptly at 2:30 PM. However, by just before 2:00 PM, the Hallow Clan’s news conference hall was packed with reporters. Those without seats stood along the side aisles, cameras in hand, creating a bustling scene with flashes of all sizes.

At precisely 2:30 PM, the Hallow Clan’s PR director took the stage, announcing the start of the press conference in a very formal tone.

In an instant, everyone picked up their cameras, snapping continuously. The flashing lights created a dazzling sea, raising the temperature throughout the spacious conference room.

This press conference garnered attention largely because Atlas Hallow would appear in person, which thrilled attendees. After all, he was a legendary figure, already a business leader at thirty, quite the achievement.

When Atlas Hallow saw the transformed Charlotte Miller, he was momentarily stunned.

It felt like a meteor had struck his heart. She was undeniably beautiful, enough to take his breath away...

Charlotte rarely appeared before him in such a cool, elegant style.

The tailored black velvet blazer clung to her sensuous form, accentuated by a silver slender belt outlining her slender waist. Her matching short skirt showcased her long, graceful legs, flawless and glowing with a pearly sheen. Her hair was neatly pinned up, shining with a midnight gloss. She wore little makeup but brightened her lips with a unique shade between mauve and brick red, leaning slightly orange. Its matte texture made her lips appear as if they were a blooming flower.

Though elegant, she exuded a fatal allure like that of a poppy flower.

Atlas approached Charlotte, offering his arm. She smiled elegantly, slipping her hand into his arm, and together they entered the press hall.

When Daniel Parker led the way by pushing open the doors, the room’s tension reached its peak. Atlas Hallow, with Charlotte at his side, walked out openly without any avoidance, triggering an uproar among the attendees.

One was stunning and captivating, drawing admiring glances, while the other was understated yet powerful. As they moved together, they resembled a walking fashion shoot. Every angle captured could easily become a feature spread.

They were a couple without any flaws, perfectly matched in every way, what one might call ”picture perfect” using modern slang.

Atlas Hallow was a busy businessman, akin to a demigod suddenly appearing in front of the media. His mere presence was enough to command everyone’s attention, with many forecasting that this news would soon outshine any popular young celebrity.

Daniel Parker motioned for everyone to calm down, requesting a moment of quiet amidst the buzz. However, the scene bordered on chaos as reporters volleyed between discussing this eye-catching couple.

Atlas Hallow stood on the stage, his deep gaze sweeping across the audience. It seemed to drive away the commotion with sheer force, injecting a chill into the room that calmed everyone instantly.

Once the crowd settled, Atlas’s voice flowed from the microphone, resonant and magnetic, like a cello at midnight: ”Members of the media, I haven’t scheduled a Q&A session today, nor will I answer any questions. I will simply offer a brief explanation regarding some recent issues with Hallow Clan.”

Only Atlas Hallow would dare hold a press conference without a Q&A, but what explanation would he provide?

It certainly wasn’t to deny his relationship with Charlotte, as they entered hand in hand, unmistakably intimate. Everyone was curious about the clarification Atlas Hallow was about to make.