Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Daniel Parker held the document and walked toward the meeting room. As usual, everyone submitted their monthly work summary. The Hallow Clan’s summary was also very simple, with no complex text, just a string of data.

Daniel Parker walked up behind Atlas Hallow and handed over the document with a note attached, which Atlas saw when he opened it.

His facial expression began to change subtly, as if it had become softer, or perhaps more agitated.

The executives who had already submitted their data reports were all tense. They always wondered what Atlas Hallow was thinking, but now the expression of their president seemed somewhat unfathomable.

She finally came...

He had been waiting for Charlotte Miller to come to him personally.

In fact, he hadn’t returned to the villa for the past two days but had been staying in the rest area of his office, just to control himself and not see Charlotte.

God knows how hard it was for him these two days. The feeling of wanting to be close to her gnawed at his flesh and bones like ants, causing him unbearable pain. But Atlas didn’t want to force her, so he hoped she would come to him on her own. He wanted to discard all his pride and teach her how to be a wife.

”Let’s stop here for today...” Thinking of Charlotte waiting in his office, Atlas suddenly felt he couldn’t wait any longer. He had endured for several days already, and there was no need to continue.

Never had he delayed work for personal matters, yet he repeatedly made exceptions for Charlotte. He inwardly mocked himself, wondering where all his much-vaunted self-discipline had gone.

While Atlas was eager to sprout wings and fly back to his office, Charlotte was slowly pacing inside it. Thinking of Jack Smith’s pitiful state filled her with guilt. She hadn’t harmed Jack directly, yet he suffered because of her. Initially, she just wanted to provoke Atlas but didn’t expect Jack to end up in such dire straits.

Why should it involve Jack at all? Whatever it was should come at her.

Thus, people say women are willful, but men can be even more so.

Just how long would he keep this meeting going?

Charlotte, in exasperation, glared at the office door, wishing she could burst in and harshly question him.

But she knew she couldn’t do that, because if she angered Atlas, what Jack might lose would be more than just an arm.

When Atlas pushed the door and entered, he saw Charlotte standing there with her back to him. It had been a long time since he felt like this; the entire office was filled with the unique light rose scent from Charlotte, which following his breathing, seeped into his very being, reaching deep into his heart.

This fragrance refreshed him during the day, but at night it had a strangely different effect, causing his blood to surge.

Upon hearing the noise, Charlotte turned and saw Atlas, her brows slightly furrowed, her bright face showing displeasure.

She stood there, her watery eyes fixed on Atlas, speaking coldly, ”Is this all your doing?”

In truth, she rarely lost her temper, so the times she had did so in her life could be counted on one hand. Yet, it seemed that often it was aimed at Atlas.

Even this kind of icy questioning had never occurred in her past, but Charlotte was truly furious. He actually used Jack Smith to threaten her, was it like this?

Seeing Charlotte’s puffed-up angry demeanor, a trace of amusement appeared in Atlas’s eyes. He stepped up to Charlotte, folded his arms, shrugged, and said in a low voice, ”I did it...”

He spoke bluntly, without any cover-up.

”What exactly do you want?” Charlotte avoided Atlas’s hand reaching out to hold her, her gaze filled with obvious disgust as if she had seen something filthy.

Still so stubborn, fine, I won’t touch you. Atlas withdrew his hand; today, he wanted Charlotte to beg for him to take her.

Seeing Charlotte on the verge of anger, the man’s dark eyes revealed a hint of admiration; this woman, even in anger, was breathtakingly beautiful.

”This is between us; don’t involve others.” Charlotte spoke straightforwardly, clearly ready to reason with Atlas.