Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

What on earth happened?

She knew perfectly well that Naomi Walker had always liked Atlas Hallow. The strange occurrences within the Hallow Family were numerous, such as the odd interactions between the two elders, and Ava Walker liking Atlas yet marrying Amir. When would she ever fully uncover all the secrets of the Hallow Family?

But when these secrets are all revealed, will it become terrifying?

Charlotte Miller shook her head and sighed softly in her heart; it seemed that wealthy families were indeed full of many hidden stories that could never be spoken of.

The Hallow Family is not the most unique of large clans.

It’s probably better he doesn’t know; the more you know, the more worries you have.

Perhaps this is a bit of a ”plugging one’s ears while stealing a bell” mindset, but right now, she just wanted to enjoy this Spring Festival and then return to work at the Hallow Clan.

When she set down her chopsticks, Atlas Hallow had already returned to the dining room. Seeing her troubled expression, he gently caressed her face and asked, ”What’s wrong? No appetite?”

Eating so little, this wasn’t like Charlotte Miller at all.

Normally, she had an excellent appetite; he clearly remembered that Charlotte could finish a whole rack of ribs and still drink a large glass of juice. How come she ate so little this time and stopped?

”I’m really full now.” After saying this, Charlotte rubbed her forehead. She was a bit tired and wanted to go upstairs to get some good sleep, leaving the space to Atlas Hallow.

He might need some space alone to deal with the issues of the Hallow Family and Ava Walker.

She had that bit of sense at least.

A woman should leave some space for her husband at the right time. She believed there was nothing between Atlas Hallow and Ava Walker, so she dared to let go and allow Atlas to handle Ava’s matters.

”I want to go upstairs to sleep for a while; don’t come in to bother me...” Charlotte’s finger poked at Atlas Hallow’s firm chest, and she smiled softly, her smile as sweet as the pear blossoms swaying on the branches.

She really did not want her good nap to be interrupted by him for no reason.

”I’m your perfect humanoid pillow; don’t you need me?” Atlas, feeling rejected, feigned a wounded look, his deep voice tinged with a bit of melancholy.

”Temporarily, no. What I need is some alone time to rest.” Charlotte shook her little head seriously, then walked to the elevator door, waved to him as if to say goodbye and letting him know not to follow. She smiled with her lips pressed together and walked into the elevator.

Atlas Hallow watched her figure gradually disappear in the elevator. In the depths of his dark eyes, a terrifying storm swirled as if it was about to devour everything, a dangerous aura began to spread...

Has Ava Walker really grown tired of living?

Even now, she dared to cause trouble with him?

He originally planned to deal with everything and then expel Naomi Walker and her daughter, never allowing them back into the Hallow Family.

He hadn’t thought about eradicating them completely.

But if it really provoked his displeasure, he wouldn’t leave Naomi Walker and her daughter any path to survival.

Naomi Walker and her daughter weren’t the scariest ones; the most frightening was the person secretly helping them from behind. The real target he wanted to eliminate was that mastermind.

After more than a decade, Naomi Walker and her daughter were no longer a threat.

The timeframe for that video was too long, and he was fully prepared to handle it.

A materialistic woman like Naomi Walker, if stripped of money, would live a life more painful than death.

No need for him to send her to the Inferno, just taking away the money she squandered freely from the Hallow Family would lead Ava Walker straight into the Inferno on her own.

The housekeeper sighed; he knew today’s matter would definitely be immensely troublesome, even his steps up the stairs were heavy.

But since the Eldest Young Master said to let her jump, then let her jump.

Anyway, even if someone died from the jump, it wouldn’t be his responsibility; he was just a housekeeper.

And if someone really died, it wouldn’t be the Eldest Young Master’s concern either, after all, it was suicide.

The housekeeper glanced at the not-too-deep snow below, a thin layer on the marble ground. The Second Young Master lived on the second floor, so if the Second Young Madam fell, perhaps she wouldn’t die, right?

But maybe her arms or legs would break, could it be that it was because she knew she was on the second floor that she dared to jump?

If it were the Eldest Young Master’s fifth floor, presumably jumping would indeed be fatal.

The housekeeper thought as he pushed open the door and went back into Ava Walker’s room.