Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The same man, yet the scent was different. The faint musk on Atlas Hallow’s body subtly infiltrated her breath, enveloping her in its unique fragrance, and expelling the nauseating odor of other men from her world.

The person outside glanced in, instantly recognizing the young couple as wealthy. Though their clothes didn’t display any brands, he could tell they were rich – people like them usually preferred settling things with money. At least today’s beating wasn’t in vain.

”How dare you speak! It’s good enough I haven’t accused you of harassment. I can go prove it if this isn’t your doing?” Charlotte Miller was furious, finding such people truly detestable.

She extended her hand, revealing two conspicuous red finger marks on her jade-like slender wrist. Atlas Hallow eyed those marks, his gaze icy and filled with murderous intent, almost suffocating.

”No need to look at me like that. Acting fierce just because you’re rich. Don’t assume I don’t know that bail isn’t allowed within forty-eight hours. I don’t want to make things difficult for you either; hand over a hundred thousand, and this matter will be settled. I’ll consider myself unlucky, after all, you’re not short of money. So what if it was me who grabbed your hand? Can’t I hold your hand to stop you from hitting me? I’m not stupid...” The scrawny man sneered, his shameless gaze lingering on Charlotte’s wrist.

”Fine, I’ll take a loss and reduce two thousand. Eighty thousand, no less, or we’ll just keep arguing like this.” The scrawny man, intimidated by Atlas Hallow’s chilling gaze, spoke in a quieter, increasingly feeble voice.

”So you mean a punch costs eighty thousand, and you’re okay with it after getting it?” A cold smile flickered at the corner of his dashing lips. Before anyone could react, a muffled ”Bang!!” resounded, as Atlas Hallow’s powerful fist violently crashed into the man’s face, eliciting pig-like screams and wails.

Young officers looked on, astonished by the force of that punch, filled with fierce strength that even made the sound of jaw bones shattering audible. The interrogation room reeked of blood, the scrawny man blown several meters away by that punch, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, unable to get up.

”Discuss the cost with my lawyer later, and what about the matter of you molesting my wife? You said she dragged you to a hotel to rent a room; do you think she’s desperate for men or money?” Atlas Hallow picked up a tissue, elegantly wiping his fingers before tossing it on the floor before the man.

”I’m Atlas Hallow, understand? If not, you can go find out...” Atlas embraced Charlotte Miller tightly and then turned to the officers, saying, ”I’m taking her away now. If anyone disagrees, have your chief call me directly.”

Atlas glanced at his watch; it was almost eight o’clock. Her stomach must be hungry by now. They ought to eat first.

No need to call the chief because he had already arrived personally, escorting Atlas Hallow to the police station entrance.

Driving down the road, Charlotte Miller whispered, ”Sorry Atlas, I didn’t expect things to be this troublesome. I just wanted to buy some snacks. I’ll be more careful next time.” She knew Atlas lately disliked her going out, yet she caused such trouble. Better admit the mistake first — he takes to softness, not hardness — to avoid facing his anger.

”In the future, if you need anything, just tell me.” Atlas Hallow glanced at her slightly pale face, uncertain if it was from hunger or fear, making it hard to chastise her.

”Let’s go eat vegetarian food; I suddenly feel like having it.” Charlotte didn’t want to return home with Atlas Hallow right away because the aunt was still at home. She decided to act cute, tugging at the corner of Atlas’ coat.

”Sure...” His lips curved attractively — whatever she liked, she’d have it. Atlas agreed readily.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn’t lose his temper or suspect anything; otherwise, she’d be truly stuck.

The vegetarian restaurant was extremely quiet, with faint incense drifting through the air. In the private room where they sat, two basins of Buddha’s hand were placed on the long table, gleaming in alluring yellow. Charlotte took a seat, Atlas handed her the menu. She had casually mentioned vegetarian food—if she wanted anything else, the aunt could cook—but proper vegetarian dishes were less simple to prepare. Still, upon seeing the menu, she was genuinely tempted; it looked delightful.

Charlotte stood up and approached Atlas, then sat cozily on his lap, murmuring, ”You choose...”

She intended to appear more pitiful, more exhausted; the more pitiful she appeared, the safer she would be.