Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Sweat beaded on her forehead. Charlotte Miller reached out to gently wipe it away, leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly, ”Actually, I was just joking this morning. Mr. Hallow, you’re so full of energy, even an eighteen-year-old boy can’t compare to you.” After saying that, she lightly bit Amir Hallow’s ear, and as her smile appeared, her warm and gentle breath fell on Amir Hallow’s neck, slightly tickling and making him feel a bit soft...

Amir Hallow walked very steadily, step by step down the mountain. This little girl sometimes had a mouth as sweet as honey, though she probably had never tasted an eighteen-year-old boy’s flavor and will never get to.

Nearing the bottom of the mountain, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and Amir Hallow said softly, ”Help me take it out...”

Charlotte Miller fished Amir Hallow’s phone out of his coat pocket and instinctively glanced at the number: ”It’s Butler Kent calling, do you want to answer it?”

Amir Hallow nodded, and she slid the answering key, holding it to his ear since Amir Hallow showed no intention of putting her down.

Charlotte Miller didn’t intentionally listen to what was being said on the phone, but being so close, she could vaguely hear something about Ava Walker’s mother returning to the Hallow Family.

”Let her wait there.” Amir Hallow said lightly. Charlotte Miller was truly curious; he had carried her down such a long mountain road, yet his breathing remained steady without a hint of confusion when he spoke.

Probably even a vigorous young eighteen-year-old boy couldn’t do that; his stamina and endurance were truly astonishing.

This allowed Charlotte Miller to see firsthand just how capable a man could be.

”I want to go back to sleep; I’m so tired...” Charlotte Miller whispered, genuinely feeling exhausted, not wanting to get involved in any Hallow Family matters, always feeling that Ava Walker and her mother were extremely irrational people.

Like two derailed trains, capable of suddenly shattering people into pieces.

”I’ll take you back first.” Amir Hallow reached the foot of the mountain, then slowly half-crouched, allowing Charlotte Miller to slide down his broad back. Once she stood straight, she wrapped her arms from behind around Amir Hallow, ”You...” She didn’t know what to say because she really couldn’t get a word in regarding the Hallow Family matters.

”I know,” Amir Hallow said lightly, taking Charlotte Miller’s slightly cool hands that were still wrapped around his waist, carefully warming them.

Their conversation was like speaking in riddles to outsiders, yet both knew the meaning well in their hearts.

Amir Hallow drove Charlotte Miller back to her apartment, then held her hand as she got out, leaning forward to kiss her cheek, ”Don’t run around, okay?” His voice seemed caring, but there was an underlying hint of threat, wasn’t there?

Charlotte Miller smiled, kissing him back, ”Got it...”

Amir Hallow watched her cheerfully get out of the car, delightful like a leaping melody as she walked up the steps.

Truly a smart girl, unlike other women who would want to join the commotion, or want to know more about family matters. But Charlotte Miller kept her distance, staying away to avoid unnecessary troubles.

Had she been present today, perhaps things would indeed be more complicated.

He didn’t want Charlotte Miller to see what he would do today.

The car drove toward the Hallow Family’s half-mountain villa. The closer they got, the colder Amir Hallow’s indifferent expression became, carrying an intimidating chill.

Ella Johnson was sitting in the living room; she had been a servant in the Hallow Family for many years, and even after her daughter married into the family, she remained so. However, during that time, her status was slightly higher than that of an ordinary servant. This was her first time sitting openly in the living room during daylight.

Her daughter was now locked in a room. She didn’t rush up to make a scene because she knew it was useless, and the two bodyguards at the door would never let her near her daughter.

The housekeeper saw Amir Hallow’s car approach along the mountain road and hurriedly had the ornate iron gate opened. The car pulled up in front of the villa, and the driver went up to move the car into the garage at the back of the villa.

Amir Hallow entered and saw Ella Johnson, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time. She looked surprisingly well, showing no signs of having been on the run from people, suggesting she’d found quite a good hideout.

”Let Ava go; you can’t break your promise, young master.” The moment Ella Johnson saw Amir Hallow, she became agitated, quickly standing up and rushing in front of him, speaking nervously.

”The ones breaking the promise are you. You deliberately had someone show me a small segment of a video from the past; what are you threatening me with?” Amir Hallow asked coldly, his gaze slicing through the air like a knife, landing on Ella Johnson.

”It’s just a tiny piece. Those people wouldn’t even understand it, so how can it be called a threat?” Ella Johnson said anxiously, glancing upstairs as she spoke.

Had she dared to leak the full video from back then, he wouldn’t be sitting here talking with Ella Johnson now. Fortunately, this woman had some sense and hadn’t put herself into a dead-end entirely.

”I will persuade Ava to settle down as the second young mistress; young master, just let her go.” Ella Johnson knew they didn’t have much advantage now, so this was all she could do for the moment.

Amir Hallow found the remark somewhat amusing. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes, placing one in his mouth, as the housekeeper lit it in front of him.

Amir Hallow took a puff, then slowly exhaled, forming a graceful white smoke cloud mid-air.

The white smoke rings gradually spread out, blurring Amir Hallow’s deep facial features, leaving only his cold, sharp lip line, and the intimidating authority in his eyes: ”Do you think you still have room to negotiate with me?”

”Then what do you want?” Ella Johnson’s words squeezed through clenched teeth, full of resentment and indignation.

”Aside from handing over the video, tell me who provided you shelter?” Despite much effort from Milli, nothing substantial had been found, so who was harboring her? Amir Hallow was rather curious.

Ella Johnson was on guard like a porcupine with its quills raised, staring intensely at Amir Hallow: ”No one harbored me; I’ve been living under the bridge.”

She dared to say that living under the bridge could keep her this well-nourished. Impossible—such a place wouldn’t even allow for a hot shower, so how was she so clean and tidy?

Amir Hallow chuckled coldly, taking another puff before lightly flicking the ash into the crystal ashtray, speaking dismissively, ”If you like doing that, so be it. I’ll state only once: destroy all videos yourself and tell me who sheltered you, then you can take your daughter and leave. How does that deal sound?”

Ella Johnson couldn’t believe what she heard. Was he really going to kick them out just like that?

”Do you mean to just drive us away empty-handed? Nothing at all?” How could it be? Even if divorced, Ava should get half of Amir’s wealth, Ella Johnson thought, her eyes wide, failing to understand why Amir Hallow would propose such terms.

”Wrong, you still have your lives,” Amir Hallow said nonchalantly. Yet, the more indifferent he was, the more he seemed like a cold, dangerous threat, disseminating chilling menaces.

”Do you really not care if I spread the video?” Ella Johnson asked, her voice trembling. How could it be this way? What she thought was her strongest weapon seemed not to threaten Amir Hallow at all.

”I do care a little, otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to you this long. However, if you really want to spread it, I don’t mind. After all, you don’t care about showing others yourself being humiliated. Besides, my father was intoxicated when that happened. He was defending himself; furthermore, his heart condition now allows for medical parole. Finally, threatening the Hallow Family with the video for so many years could be considered a crime, couldn’t it?” After finishing, Amir Hallow stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, his lips still holding a faint smile.

He never fought a battle he couldn’t win, so although the preparation time took longer, every moment was worthwhile.

”Even if divorcing, we could still take half of the second young master’s wealth, right?” Losing lives was one thing, but losing money was intolerable. With wealth, she and Ava still had chances. Ella Johnson knew that even though Amir’s money wasn’t as much as the young master’s, it was still astronomical.

”Half of my wealth, are you sure?” The voice of a man full of sarcasm came from the staircase as footsteps slowly descended into the living room.

Amir stood in the middle of the living room, his face wearing a strange, chilling smile that sent shivers down one’s spine...