Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The night fell swiftly, suddenly shrouding all the splendor, and all the stars in the sky were partial, casting their glowing light upon Atlas Hallow.

Charlotte Miller stayed in the hospital all day, and was exhausted upon returning. She ate a light meal and went straight to sleep, otherwise, if he came back early on nights like this, he would usually be snuggled up on the sofa watching movies.

He stood by the window, looking at everything in this world, a cold glint emanated from his eyes because the night seemed incredibly lonely without her with him.

The little girl was sound asleep in her room, unaware that whenever she wasn’t in the same space as him, he felt like every day was a year.

He walked away from the window and sat by the sofa, watching everything outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Beneath his feet was a thriving world of lights, forming a stark contrast between the inside and the outside.

He slowly smoked a cigarette, the ascending smoke rings blurred his vision gradually, yet having taken only a couple of puffs, he snuffed it out, feeling a bit troubled because Jack Smith’s news had reached a boiling point, with all the trending searches and headlines on various media websites featuring him.

Atlas Hallow’s face showed no expression as he picked up his phone, his elongated black eyes emanating a terrifying sharpness, his gaze fell upon the image of a delicate woman who resembled a shy lotus flower; it was his wife, yet she was secretly meeting another man. Though Atlas knew it was merely Luna Miller’s matter, he still couldn’t hide his anger. The phone in his hand was nearly deformed by his grip, along with the veins on his hand faintly pulsing.

From this angle, the photo was stealthily taken and should have been captured by Jack Smith. For artists, the photos inside their phones ought to be guarded to the extreme, thus it’s imaginable who might have released them.

The shadow in his eyes grew darker, that damned Jack Smith, he had warned him already, asked him to behave yet was dismayed he still took this step.

He believed that these matters and photos were unlikely to surface without reason; part may be taken by journalists or someone, but the photos of Charlotte Miller were leaked from Jack Smith’s phone.

But who would do such things? Jack Smith himself? To revel in being at the eye of the storm? Was this a provocation against him?

Push rather than move things, this is the mastermind behind the scenes.

It wasn’t difficult to discern that Jack Smith’s gaze towards Charlotte Miller contained a certain admiration and a certain obsession. However, if he truly liked her, why would he get her involved? Although in the two photos, Charlotte is always looking down or showing only a side profile, making it less likely to be instantly recognized, a deeper investigation could easily reveal who she is.

Atlas Hallow’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, the ferocity in his eyes transformed into an unrestrained desire to rip someone apart.

All the dark hands lurking in the shadows had started to stir restlessly; perhaps Jack Smith was a pawn, Luna Miller was too, Charlotte Miller likewise, and even Hailey Hill could be one.

The war had begun, he never intended to provoke it actively, but he had his limits — the people he cared for, his family, his career, and everything he thought should be protected. If someone deliberately tried to incite a war, if there indeed was a dark force behind it, he would drag that hand out, piece by piece, and break it bones and flesh.

At present, he was filled with malice, he didn’t even want to enter the room, afraid that the bad aura on him would contaminate Charlotte Miller.

Her uniqueness, and the baby in her womb, were the purest life forms, they shouldn’t be disturbed on nights filled with concerns.

You never know when trouble comes, all matters tend to surface at once.

The next day, as he was starting work, his office door was unexpectedly pushed open.

High heels striking the carpet produced no sound, but it agitated him immensely.

”Atlas...”

”This is my office, should you not knock before entering, Hailey?” Atlas Hallow glanced at Hailey Hill, his tone as icy as his gaze.

Hailey Hill fluttered her long eyelashes, gradually covering the evident pain and anger in her eyes, softly saying, ”Sorry.”

Hailey Hill couldn’t comprehend why he was becoming increasingly unfamiliar? When did they lose the ability to speak to one another, become strangers as if they had never met? That man who once liked her, with whom she had wild nights, felt increasingly distant, the gap between touchable and unreachable growing from the heavens and the earth, even mere longing had turned difficult.