Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Hmm...” Some things are simply impossible to explain to Luna Miller. When Atlas Hallow let her into the office, Charlotte Miller sighed in relief, feeling as if a weight had been lifted.

She wasn’t afraid of Atlas Hallow at all.

She didn’t know how it was before, nor how it would be in the future, but one thing was certain: Atlas Hallow was very good to her now, possibly due to liking or infatuation.

Moreover, judging by Atlas Hallow’s character, if he didn’t like Luna before, now that Charlotte has transformed herself into a beautiful mannequin, he probably likes her even less.

Charlotte simply locked the office door behind her, enclosing herself within. She had many things to do; her life wasn’t just about Atlas Hallow. She had to become stronger, have enough capital, so that when the day of harm arrives, those assets would hold up a protective umbrella for her.

”Come to my office,” Atlas Hallow said, lowering his gaze, his thick eyelashes covering the cold, blade-like light in his eyes. His voice was full of magnetism, perhaps too enticing, leading Luna Miller’s soul to seemingly be lured away, following Atlas into the office.

As the door closed, the man suddenly turned around, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, violently tearing open Luna’s clothes. The air echoed with the sharp sound of ripping fabric as buttons popped off, scattering on the carpet.

This sudden act startled Luna, yet she still affected a bewitching smile at the corners of her lips, allowing her clothes to remain open: ”I knew it, isn’t this what men like? If you enjoy this, our being sisters doesn’t matter. Isn’t sharing what everyone talks about now?”

Atlas reached out his arm, grasped Luna’s wrist, and slowly applied pressure, intensifying it gradually, until Luna’s face turned pale and cold sweat dripped: ”Let go quickly, it hurts...”

At first, she thought Atlas liked playing some rough games, but within seconds, she realized she was entirely mistaken. Atlas’s fingers were like iron clamps, and she could already hear the sound of wrist bones near breaking...

The piercing pain felt like thousands of sharp steel-toothed ants burrowing into her body from Atlas’s grip, gnawing at her bones, nearing the point of collapse. Just when Luna felt her wrist was about to snap, Atlas finally released his hold.

”Don’t treat your sister so poorly in the future, understand?” Atlas Hallow glanced over Luna’s half-naked body, smiled faintly: ”And whatever kind you are, I have no interest in you.”

The surgically enhanced breasts looked like two large bowls attached to her body, distending the skin, giving her a ghastly, vein-lined appearance, truly repelling.

”You should understand now, even if you strip naked, I have no interest. But even if Charlotte wears countless clothes, I can’t control myself. So stop doing anything, go to the United States, at least you’ll have no worries about food and clothing. If you stay here, don’t appear before Charlotte anymore.” He didn’t want Charlotte to be troubled further; Luna, the kind of person she was, deserved to be thrown out to suffer. Despite so much trouble, she remained unrepentant; how could Charlotte have such a sister?

Once again subjected to this man’s ruthless humiliation, this was not the first time.

Luna grabbed her coat, tied the belt, then turned furiously to storm out of Atlas Hallow’s office.

No matter, without Atlas Hallow, she still had Jack Smith.

Luna, in reality, wasn’t completely foolish; she also realized the Miller Family wasn’t what it used to be. She asked Charlotte for money because she feared a future where her days wouldn’t be easy. She had become accustomed to living like a wealthy lady and didn’t want to live in a small house, check labels for clothing prices before buying, or think long and hard about having afternoon tea at a hotel—it was too exhausting.

Why could Charlotte marry a rich man while the difference between them, being sisters, was so hard for Luna to accept?

Then she could only marry Jack Smith, at least he was currently popular, making quite a bit from commercials, movies, and TV dramas throughout the year. Whenever she asked Jack, he gave enough money without a second thought for her plastic surgery, still holding onto old feelings.

Upon thinking of Jack Smith, Charlotte Miller thought of him too.