Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Kinsley, I know you’re upset. Your daughter-in-law teamed up with outsiders to mess up Hallow, and she hasn’t had any news of pregnancy after being married for years. You’re uncomfortable. Today, I won’t argue with you. If you’re not eating, just go upstairs to save yourself from being more annoyed.” The words seemed considerate on the surface, but every word struck Kinsley Lee’s sore spot. Had she fought her whole life, only to be outdone by this wretch Ayla Kim?

Atlas Hallow seemed to not have heard the conversation between the two women. He simply took Charlotte Miller’s hand and headed towards the dining room, which essentially was a slap in the face to Kinsley Lee.

At this moment, Flix Hallow and Flix Hallow came out of the study and walked downstairs.

Flix Hallow seemed to have heard what Kinsley Lee had just said and remarked harshly, ”In the future, don’t talk too much or meddle in the Hallow Family’s affairs.”

Kinsley Lee jumped up from the sofa, much like a cat with its tail stepped on, her voice becoming louder, ”Why can’t I meddle? They say Ava collaborated with outsiders, but what reason does Ava have to do that? Is someone forcing her? Did someone harm her? Does someone dislike Amir and wants the couple to leave the Hallow Clan? Does someone want to monopolize the inheritance? To seize the whole company?”

At these words, everyone’s expressions turned sour.

Charlotte Miller believed these words had been suppressed in Kinsley Lee’s heart for a long time. Atlas Hallow’s autocratic behavior wasn’t something new, and she felt that Atlas intended to swallow the company whole. With such an incident now, she couldn’t hold back and spoke outright.

”You’re insane, do you want to be locked up too?” Flix Hallow stepped forward and slapped Kinsley Lee’s face fiercely with the back of his hand.

Kinsley Lee looked at her husband in astonishment. Although their marriage wasn’t harmonious, never in all these years had Flix Hallow laid a hand on her. Moreover, wasn’t he worried about their son’s future while he watched Atlas Hallow dominate the company?

”Alright, isn’t the commotion enough? Let’s eat for now. Amir didn’t come back on time as per the rules. We’ll talk when he returns tonight.” Flix Hallow waved his hand, directing everyone to eat.

Kinsley Lee looked at Flix Hallow hatefully, but she could only rub her swollen face and walk towards the dining room.

”Butler Kent, pick out a few dishes and send them upstairs. I’ll eat upstairs.” Atlas Hallow didn’t even bother to explain, holding Charlotte Miller, he headed to the elevator. In this situation, the girl wouldn’t find dragon meat tasty tonight, so it’s better to eat in the room.

”Yes, young master.” The housekeeper responded respectfully. Ayla Kim, still smug, instructed further, ”Send everything upstairs. We can go hungry, but the Hallow Family’s eldest grandson mustn’t.”

”Wait until he’s born before getting cocky.” This remark reignited the explosive Kinsley Lee, who had just been about to walk to the dining room. She had decided she wouldn’t hold back today. Had the entire Hallow Family gone mad? Why was everyone accommodating Atlas Hallow? Her son was also a young master, had shares too, and yet it seemed everyone wanted to step on him?

”Kinsley, come to the study for a moment.” As the family head, Flix Hallow spoke with a grim face.

Atlas Hallow’s gaze revealed chilling coldness. Charlotte Miller gently tugged at his sleeve, pulling him into the elevator.

”I’m starting to think bringing you back was a mistake.” On the first day, things had erupted into chaos. Atlas Hallow touched Charlotte Miller’s face, speaking softly.

”Tsk tsk tsk, President Hallow admitting a mistake? That’s as rare as a flowering iron tree.” Charlotte Miller felt very upset, but still tried to lighten the mood, smiling as she joked with Atlas Hallow.

”You’re in the mood to joke?” Atlas Hallow kissed Charlotte Miller’s forehead tenderly. If she hadn’t married into such a prominent family, perhaps her life might be simpler and happier.

”What else can we do? Should the two of us rush up and fight her? She’s an elder. She gave me my bridal gift for Amir, so I must leave some face for his mom.” Charlotte Miller kicked off her shoes, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet. She relished this feeling—without restraints.

Her small feet, as if carved from white jade, appeared exquisitely delicate when bathed in the fireplace’s light. Atlas Hallow grasped one of her little feet; Charlotte Miller shrank back with ticklishness, lowered her head, and playfully scolded, ”Time to eat, go wash your hands quickly.”