Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The lawyer fees for this marriage might be astronomical.

After contemplating for who knows how long, Charlotte finally looked up and realized she wasn’t at the department store she intended, but instead heading towards Atlas Hallow’s company. She found it peculiar and quickly said to the driver, ”It seems you’ve taken the wrong route...”

The driver remained silent, steadily driving the car as before.

When the driver eventually pulled up in front of Hallow Clan Tower, bending over to open the car door for her, Charlotte understood everything.

Gazing at the Hallow Clan office building standing like a steel giant, she found a helpless smile forming on her lips.

She was too naive. Everything she thought was wrong. She assumed Atlas wouldn’t control her freedom. Little did she realize he would have the driver take her directly to the Hallow Clan office building. Was his intention that if she were to go out, she could only come here?

Charlotte glanced at the top floor, still shimmering with a ghostly silver light.

Since she was already here, she might as well talk to him. Was it true that she couldn’t go anywhere?

Just a moment ago, a strange thought crossed her mind. Charlotte wondered—this is the entrance to Hallow Clan, what if she just ran away now? The driver couldn’t do anything to her; she could head straight to the airport, buy a ticket, and fly back to the United States. Would that make everything okay?

But she reconsidered, why bother doing that?

She needed to resolve everything with Atlas Hallow clearly, and then whether she stayed here or returned to the United States temporarily, she could freely choose.

He didn’t want this marriage to exist forever as a shackle binding her freedom.

Or the title ”Mrs. Hallow” that all women expect, but to her, it’s an insult.

This intimidating man never truly regarded her as his wife. All he wanted was a child with Hailey Hill.

How he later changed his mind doesn’t matter anymore. She gave him chances, but this man married her with awful ulterior motives she couldn’t fathom, even until now, nor can she understand what he truly wants or how long he intends to hurt her. Hence, she is unwilling to live with him any longer, the feeling of accompanying a demon is terrifying.

The elevator continued ascending to the top floor while Charlotte’s heart was sinking, plummeting into a deep abyss she couldn’t even see.

She took a deep breath, steadying her heartbeat, greeted Daniel Parker, and arrived at the doorway of Atlas Hallow’s office. As she prepared to push the door open, she hesitated. Although her status was still Atlas Hallow’s wife and legitimate ”Mrs. Hallow,” she no longer considered herself his wife in her heart.

If it’s to be clean, then let’s keep our distance.

Thus, she politely knocked twice on the office door.

Charlotte strained her ears to listen but heard no sound coming from inside.

She hesitated for a moment, pondering whether she should knock louder. At that moment, the door swung open, as if she barely had time to avoid it, the man’s presence enveloped her intensely, colliding with her entirely.

”Delivering lunch? Isn’t it a bit early?” Atlas Hallow’s thin lips moved slightly, an icy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his entire demeanor radiating a dreadful chill no longer as approachable as before.

This man, he was feigning ignorance, wasn’t he?

Charlotte entered the office, settled onto the familiar sofa, and faced Atlas Hallow, ”Just say directly what you want, are you restricting my movements?”

She asked straightforwardly, and Atlas Hallow responded just as directly.

”If your actions are correct, why would I restrict them?” He shrugged indifferently, as if it was no excessive matter.

Charlotte suppressed a belly full of anger, restrained herself, and continued reasoning with him, ”You can’t treat me like this, I’m...”

”There’s nothing in this world I can’t do.” Atlas Hallow interrupted Charlotte before she could finish, showing no interest in anything further she intended to say.

Then he stood there, looking down with a cold smile, viewing Charlotte as if observing a naïve child.

The air began to tighten, filling with giant bubbles one after another, pressing against each other to the extent that there was no freedom to breathe...