Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Without saying a word, he retreated again. He didn’t know how to respond this time; surely he couldn’t just say that it was Young Master Hallow’s snack.

Atlas Hallow glanced at the ornate box. Inside was a box of peanuts and lotus seeds crafted from gold, perfectly mirroring the intricate details. The Foster Family indeed had it all. He had casually joked about not eating golden lotus seeds, but unexpectedly, Fifth Young Master actually brought him a box.

Who demanded such precious sugar-coated lotus seeds?

Some people remain emotionless until they fall in love, only to find themselves helplessly ensnared.

Wasn’t Fifth Young Master one of those people?

Atlas Hallow observed Fifth Young Master’s restless gaze towards the courtyard gate. Was he still waiting for that small boy to be pushed over? No, it was a woman, as he had heard about it.

Finally, a woman appeared by Fifth Young Master’s side, and the entire Foster Family was overjoyed to the brink of madness. If they weren’t afraid of displeasing Fifth Young Master, they might’ve thrown a grand feast to celebrate.

Atlas could imagine it. The entire Foster Family cherished this sole heir. Upon hearing about the woman willing to approach Fifth Young Master, if it weren’t for fear of his disapproval, this woman might have been stripped and thrown onto his bed long ago. Would they really let him wait in the snowy weather with a plate of sugary lotus seeds?

Preparing to leave, he knew that today Fifth Young Master certainly didn’t want him to stay for dinner, and he himself wanted to hurry back to be with Charlotte Miller, for the vacation days were truly scarce.

Moreover, Ava Walker’s fall from the building had just occurred, and who knows what more thoughts might be swirling in her head?

As Atlas Hallow stood to leave, Fifth Young Master seemed disinclined to speak even a word, nor did he intend to see him off.

Having made the trip, he couldn’t just return empty-handed. Atlas’s hand reached into the ornate box to grab a handful of the exquisitely crafted golden peanuts and lotus seeds, tucked them into his pocket, and said with a faint smile to Fifth Young Master, ”I’ll take these to nibble on the way.” And then he left.

Truthfully, he found the golden peanuts and lotus seeds amusing. Such craftsmanship is likely unobtainable now. He thought of taking them back for Charlotte Miller to enjoy. Most of these items from the Foster Family were old relics from the former Imperial Palace, now rare and challenging to find.

Fifth Young Master pouted. His mind was nowhere near those golden peanuts and lotus seeds. Even if Atlas Hallow took the whole box, he wouldn’t care. He was just watching as the snow outside fell heavier than before...

The appointment time with Cecilia Wilson was almost near, and his heart seemed to grow increasingly tense.

He wondered if she would be late because of the snow.

Cecilia Wilson mentioned she disliked the ostentatiousness of his car picking her up, so he refrained from sending anyone, fearing that once forced, she might no longer be willing to visit.

But was it too arduous to travel back and forth by taxi?

Fifth Young Master had never taken a taxi throughout his life. It was said that before he turned two, his feet barely touched the ground as he was carried in arms all day, and thereafter, family drivers ferried him back and forth. The thought of taking a taxi would never occur in his life.

Yet, just to experience how Cecilia Wilson came to the Foster Family, he even took a taxi ride.

He couldn’t imagine that a taxi could be so filthy, and the smell was incredibly unpleasant. Sitting inside for only a short while felt like his whole body was covered in germs, unable to endure another second.

Thus, he admired Cecilia Wilson even more. She managed to ride taxis back and forth yet always remained pristine, clean as post-rain air, seemingly untouched by any unwanted odors.

Cecilia Wilson was truly a unique person. Thinking of this, Fifth Young Master’s mouth curled into a smile, leaving the housekeeper astonished. Fifth Young Master smiled? Sitting alone watching the courtyard gate and smiling?

When Atlas Hallow returned to the Hallow Family, Kinsley Lee had already returned ahead of him.

She was sitting in the living room waiting for Atlas Hallow.

Kinsley Lee was calculating a plan in her heart.

She needed to quickly retrieve the recording pen Ava Walker mentioned from the safe. With that recording pen, she would possess a powerful, deadly weapon.

But the bodyguards refused to let her into Ava Walker’s room because Ella Johnson was still confined inside.