Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The department manager was frozen in place, watching Atlas Hallow wrap his arm around Charlotte Miller and walk straight toward the elevator.

”President Miller, have you been well lately?” As the elevator doors closed, the small space held only the two of them. Atlas Hallow’s low voice rose in the confined air, carrying enough menace to make her heart tremble.

She felt somewhat unsettled when the man addressed her as President Miller, and even more so when Atlas Hallow used the same term, making her hair stand on end; it seemed he was genuinely angry.

”How could I dare to call myself ’President’ in front of you? Isn’t ’biggest’ more fitting for you?” Charlotte Miller flattered him with a small face that smiled like a blooming flower.

It’s hard to hit a smiling face, so making sure to smile a lot must not be wrong.

”Am I the biggest? Are you sure?” If she were big enough, how could she dare work behind his back? Who knows what else she’s done that he doesn’t know about?

It seems he’s too trusting of Charlotte Miller, always thinking she’s a smart, talented, obedient girl. But this little rebel has defiance in her bones, often having some odd ideas, and worst of all, she has the guts to be incorrigible.

Is it because he’s never been tough with her that today’s situation has occurred, where she feigns compliance?

Charlotte Miller looked at his extremely somber face and was truly a bit scared, as she kept smiling and said, ”I’m feeling a bit dizzy, you have a lot to deal with, so I won’t bother you here. Just have the driver take me back.”

”Take you back? Back to your office to work, right? President Miller...” Atlas Hallow’s hand clamped onto Charlotte Miller’s wrist like a vice, then pulled her into the office.

The door closed, and Charlotte Miller’s heart jumped as the lock clicked.

Thankfully, she had little Atlas in her belly; otherwise, things might have gone very badly for her.

”Don’t smile at me, just be honest about when you started going to Ethan Baird’s company and for how long?” Atlas Hallow sat on the sofa, watching Charlotte Miller stand nervously in front of him. It’s time to teach her a lesson; she’s far too daring, knowing exactly what he dislikes, yet choosing to do it anyway, thinking he’s too reluctant to get angry with her?

Charlotte Miller was momentarily confused, standing properly like a schoolgirl in front of a strict teacher, not daring to breathe.

She had never tested how angry Atlas Hallow could get, nor had she ever tried to find where his limits lay.

But she always knew he’s not a man with a good temper.

From the day she entered the Hallow Family, he dealt with Ava Walker, Ella Johnson, and finally Rowan Diaz, showing no emotion while trapping people in dead ends; it was terrifyingly obvious. So she truly didn’t know what the outcome would be if she angered Atlas Hallow.

”Actually, I haven’t been for many days; I’ve just done a few analyses and discussed the current situation with Ethan.” That was the truth. She was easily tired at first, so the working hours weren’t long, just posing some data, and Luna Miller’s involvement interrupted her initial plans.

”Not many days? How many? You’re always speaking with data, so I hope you can answer this with data too.” Atlas Hallow’s face was gloomy, showing little change in expression, which was precisely the most terrifying.

Underneath the apparent calm, there was a terrifying anger.

”In total, it’s been thirteen days, with work hours never exceeding six hours a day. Isn’t that precise enough?” Charlotte Miller was baffled. In the U.S.A, women participating in work is very accepted, but back here, she felt the status of women was somewhat lower, especially disadvantaged in the workplace.

Is this a common trait among all men? Disdaining women working, even viewing it with some prejudice? From the beginning, Atlas Hallow wasn’t quite supportive of her working and seized the moment to wish he could lock her at home. Does that mean even after giving birth she wouldn’t be able to work?

Full-time housewife?

This is not the life she wants.

Thinking of these things made Charlotte Miller’s voice involuntarily rise in volume. Why does he get to righteously lecture her with such displeasure?