Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Actually, even if he made a phone call to the Hallow Family, I believe no doctor would dare to perform this surgery for Charlotte Miller.

But he wanted to see for himself what kind of excuses this woman would come up with; her nerve was truly greater than the sky.

Daring to deceive him, play tricks on him, huh? Let’s see who’s more formidable.

This kind of minor surgery is really simple, easy enough to be done in the procedure room linked to the doctor’s office, not even needing a full operating theater.

That’s better; otherwise, the driver might get suspicious. Actually, the driver arranged by Atlas Hallow also doubled as a bodyguard.

And, of course, he was monitoring her every move, any slight anomaly and the driver would likely call Atlas Hallow.

After completing this minor subcutaneous implant surgery, Charlotte Miller walked out of the doctor’s office.

Her arm was only covered by a large cosmetic bandage.

Hopefully, in this way, Atlas Hallow wouldn’t suspect or notice anything.

Matters that only a woman would pay attention to, he probably wouldn’t bother to research.

If he asked about the wound, she’d say she accidentally cut herself and couldn’t touch water, hence the cosmetic bandage.

As she kept her head down, contemplating this and about to tell the driver to head back, she suddenly felt the terrifying quietness of the air.

Her nose was unusually sensitive, and amidst the strong smell of disinfectant, she caught a faint whiff of musk.

Suddenly, she became alert all over, raising her eyes to see and screamed while covering her mouth...

She stared wide-eyed at the man leaning against the wall, his tall figure and strong aura making the air shrink around him.

Other than Atlas Hallow, no other man could be like this.

At this moment, Charlotte Miller felt as if she’d seen a ghost. Wasn’t that man leaning against the wall supposed to be at the Hallow Family?

He should be enjoying a relaxing holiday.

”You... you came to pick me up?” Charlotte Miller’s voice trembled, and it was tense, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Atlas Hallow.

Was she feeling guilty? Even her lips were trembling as she spoke.

The coldness in Atlas Hallow’s eyes grew intense, converging to form the coldest of ice points.

Charlotte Miller bit her lip. Had he found out? Even if the driver followed her, he wouldn’t know she stayed in the doctor’s office for so long and then entered the procedure room.

If he discovered this, then Charlotte Miller really had reason to suspect that Atlas Hallow might have planted a surveillance device on her.

Unlike Charlotte Miller’s panic-stricken state, Atlas was calm.

The man’s tall, upright physique half leaned against the expanse of white wall, with excellently tailored custom suits with fine stitches, masking his violent aura.

Yet the sense of oppression penetrated through the guise of civilization and elegance the suit represented, rolling over everything like a black panther standing there, ready at any moment to pounce on her, biting her vulnerable neck and possessively consuming her entire being.

All hospital corridor noises vanished around her, leaving only his low voice resonating, seeping tension into her eardrums, not too loud yet pulsing pain.

”So, how was it? What did the doctor say? Any medicine or other necessities?” Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller, her long eyelashes fluttering as she seemed to evade his gaze.

A cold smile appeared on Atlas Hallow’s lips, his eyes slowly directing at her lower belly, insinuatingly.

”No need, let’s go back. The doctor said just a few days’ rest would be fine.” Charlotte Miller calculated in her heart, taking advantage of this moment to explain it to him, otherwise with his temperament, her life would be worn down half every night.

”Then I’ll go ask the doctor what specifically needs attention.” This little trickster, still trying to play games with him now? Does she really think he’s that easy to fool?

Atlas Hallow made to walk into the doctor’s office, Charlotte Miller’s heart skipped a beat, her face went pale and with forced courage she stepped forward to grab him.

”It’s a gynecologist, it’s not good for you to talk there, not quite convenient, right?” Atlas Hallow looked down at Charlotte Miller, his thin lips curling slowly, he reached out to pinch her chin and asked, ”I’m concerned about you, what’s wrong with that? Then tell me, what exactly did you do?”

A storm surged in his dark eyes, dreadful as if about to destroy everything...