Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Madam said she wanted to go out shopping this afternoon.” The maid seemed to understand Atlas Hallow’s temper and had been instructed by Charlotte Miller. If Mr. Hallow asked, she should say Charlotte went out shopping because he didn’t like her going out, but she felt she was getting sick from being cooped up at home.

The maid didn’t know Atlas Hallow’s background, nor did she understand what past he had with Charlotte Miller. She only knew that it was important not to offend either the madam or the sir, so saying this surely wouldn’t be wrong.

Atlas Hallow didn’t say anything, he just placed the bouquet on the coffee table and then returned to the bedroom.

He picked up the phone and dialed Charlotte Miller’s number. Going out shopping?

With this kind of weather, what was she going out for?

Charlotte Miller was thoroughly enjoying her shopping, her cart almost filled to the brim. Everything seemed so delicious, nothing made her want to stop.

Her down jacket was large, with the phone in her pocket. The puffy coat covered the pleasant ringtone, and the supermarket was relatively noisy, so the phone was forgotten in her big pocket...

Atlas Hallow stood by the window, looking from this height down to the streets, cars weaving in and out of traffic. Among so many vehicles, was there one carrying her back?

What is waiting?

This was a feeling he had never experienced before, like someone had caught an ant and placed it on his heart, crawling back and forth, leaving traces that felt like burning anxiety.

Time seemed to slow down, each second dragging on, pausing for a moment in the air. When the phone didn’t connect for the second time, Atlas Hallow’s face darkened.

His large hand gripped the phone, with whitish knuckles and protruding bones, raising concerns that the phone might be crushed.

Where could she have gone shopping? She didn’t have many friends in this city; her parents went to the United States; she was at odds with Luna Miller. Who could she be with, and where could she be shopping?

This uncertainty was really awful...

He paced back and forth so much, the carpet seemed about to smoke, and the air was filled with a scent akin to gasoline, ready to ignite with a spark.

It was at this moment his phone rang, and Atlas Hallow felt an unexplained joy. The number of people who knew this private number was few; it must be Charlotte calling.

He glanced down to see it was an unfamiliar number.

Who could it be?

Atlas Hallow answered anyway.

”Hello Mr. Hallow, this is the East Town Station, is Ms. Charlotte Miller your wife?” The unfamiliar man’s voice on the line made his heart feel as if it stopped the moment ’East Town Station’ was mentioned. What had happened that involved the police?

In just that moment, his heart rode a roller coaster of emotions.

”Yes,” Atlas Hallow’s deep voice, combined with his commanding presence, resonated through the air, feeling authoritative yet fully intimidating.

What had happened to involve the police? Atlas Hallow drove toward the East Town Station, disregarding even red lights. A young girl like her, at a police station, must be nervous and scared.

The police didn’t specify what had happened, only asking him to handle it, keeping his heart in suspense.

In the interrogation room at the station, the policemen asked for details of what had happened: ”Your two accounts don’t match. He says you purposely fell on him and then invited him to a hotel. When the price wasn’t agreed upon, a dispute arose. But you say he assaulted you, so what really happened?”

The police were helpless, what could they do? The corner was a blind spot in the surveillance footage, nothing could be seen.

This girl was quite fierce, though; she actually broke his head.

”Officer, can you really believe such nonsense? I’m truly not that kind of girl, and even if I were, would I be soliciting in a supermarket?” Charlotte Miller almost fumed at hearing this, glaring at the red mark on her alabaster wrist. That man was disgusting. Besides, did she look like a streetwalker to him?