Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The driver, worried, asked the nurse to help look after her, then quickly followed out: ”Ma’am, let me take you.” Charlotte Miller seemed to have fallen ill like Luna Miller, her face pale as she nodded. This was a hospital, at least they wouldn’t dare to throw Luna Miller out.

With heavy footsteps, like a shadow, she entered the Hallow Clan, and took the president’s exclusive elevator all the way to Atlas Hallow’s office on the top floor.

She pushed open the office door, but did not see Atlas Hallow, only Daniel Parker organizing the files on Atlas Hallow’s desk.

Charlotte Miller glanced around with a pale face: ”Where is Atlas Hallow?” He was a workaholic, it was impossible for him to not be at the Hallow Clan at this time.

”President Hallow is in a meeting now; ma’am, please wait a moment.” Daniel Parker was planning to inform him, but Charlotte Miller shook her head and walked towards the executive meeting room on the top floor herself.

Since Charlotte Miller stopped coming to work, Daniel Parker had always called her ma’am and no longer referred to her as Secretary Miller.

Daniel Parker was a person with clear rules, understanding the proper way to address others depending on the time and occasion, but this use of ”ma’am” at this moment was more provoking to Charlotte Miller.

Her lips curled into a cold smile; today she planned to confront Atlas Hallow, unsure whether she would still be ”ma’am” after today.

Turning towards the meeting room, Charlotte Miller was never a woman without boundaries, and less likely to cause trouble when Atlas Hallow was in a meeting, but this time it really couldn’t be helped. Luna Miller’s condition wasn’t good, and without prompt treatment, it could affect her health.

Step by step, she walked as if a brave warrior ready to sacrifice, determined to move forward. Actually, since deciding to send away the entire Miller Family, Charlotte Miller had already made up her mind, and she always had a gut feeling that things wouldn’t be simple between her and Atlas Hallow, and now that feeling was clearer.

Perhaps the more in love, the more they needed to battle.

The meeting room was not particularly large, because on the top floor, only major executives were equipped to meet there.

Charlotte Miller stood outside the meeting room, deeply inhaling a breath, as if using all her life force, she pushed open the door.

Standing outside the door, through its angle, she saw Atlas Hallow’s side profile.

Behind him was a full-length glass window, with countless beams of light streaming in from outside, refracting onto him, sitting among the lines between light and shadow, outlining the deep and handsome contour of the man.

She didn’t move, still standing at the meeting room doorway, staring at him in a daze.

This handsome man, at this moment, seemed distant and unfamiliar.

Yet evidently, she was the person closest to him, even having nurtured a shared legacy, but truly recognizing him still felt shockingly unfamiliar.

His body was clad in the most luxurious customized suit, yet beneath this suit lay his most ruthless nature.

This man’s presence always exuded a cold aura, especially after the events of this morning, seeing him again made Charlotte Miller feel as if sharing the same space placed her in a freezing dungeon, unable to move.

In middle of the meeting, Atlas Hallow seemed to sense something amiss.

Turning his head, he saw Charlotte Miller’s petite figure standing between the half-open meeting room door gap, her face pale enough to evoke empathy.

He looked at her with an expression akin to a fish struggling at death’s door, hoping his extended hand would push him back into the water, yet stubbornly wishing to struggle on her own to leave.

The two of them gazed at each other like this, separated by mere meters, yet feeling as distant as the ends of the earth.

This was the first time Charlotte Miller felt this man was so far from her, suddenly her eyes rimmed red, and tears welled within them, though she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Sometimes, a woman’s tears are cheap; whether they can move a man depends crucially on whether he has enough love and tolerance towards her—if not, it doesn’t matter how much she cries, it would be futile.

But what could she do? She just felt uselessly inclined to tear up; her parents were already safely gone, and Luna Miller was whom she wanted to protect, she had to shield her no matter what.

From the moment she arrived, Charlotte Miller knew she had to bow her head to this man; she thought sufficient wealth could bring her dignity, but in reality, she discovered sometimes money couldn’t change everything—how cruel the world is!