Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The entire Hallow Family suddenly seemed to have returned to how it was months ago, everything became somewhat exciting.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the conflict between Amir and Charlotte was just a passing quarrel between young couples, this had been going on for a while, but it seemed to be over now.

Today, the cooks in the kitchen were particularly energetic, in a short time, the table was neatly filled with dishes.

The culinary skills of the Hallow Family’s chefs are naturally excellent.

The crystal shrimp was a masterpiece, each shrimp was cooked to reveal a slight transparency, yet its fresh and sweet taste remained perfectly intact.

Atlas Hallow liked red wine braised beef, which was cooked to perfect tenderness, its color alone could whet one’s appetite.

Actually, Atlas is not as picky about food as Amir, he doesn’t care about pairing red wine with anything specific or white wine with something else, he simply eats what he likes.

Therefore, the chef prepared a variety of cuisines, making the table look like an international food exhibition, just waiting for the hostess and host to enter the dining room together.

Even the flowers on the table were replaced with pink roses today, seemingly encouraging people to indulge in romantic thoughts.

The kitchen had also prepared some oysters, a few chefs exchanged knowing smiles; these days, the master and mistress had been at odds, and now that they had reconciled, some oysters would definitely boost their mood.

Everything was ready, just waiting for Charlotte to come downstairs.

In the end, Charlotte chose a gray chiffon long evening gown, a new design for early spring this year.

The strapless gown was adorned with purple diamonds and amethysts, looking exceptionally elegant.

This shade of gray appeared elegant and noble, far more suitable than the bright red dress she had worn before.

She brushed her long hair, and because she was wearing the gown, she opted for high heels. When she finally decided to wear jewelry, she realized that every piece was incredibly valuable and belonged to Atlas, wearing them now seemed meaningless, even a bit awkward; she had already written about leaving in the agreement.

Atlas remained seated, unmoving, maintaining a posture that seemed expectant yet not waiting for anything.

The grand drama was slowly unfolding, he was both the director, the performer, and the spectator of the outcome.

These multiple roles made him feel strange, everything was under his control except for this woman’s heart.

No one could understand how much hatred he felt when he received that agreement.

No one could comprehend how terrifying it was when he heard Charlotte’s care and concern for Jack Smith coming from her lips.

The fury in his chest burned fiercely, threatening to destroy everything in existence.

No man could endure such betrayal, he heard firsthand his woman cautioning another man to be careful and telling him she was going to get a divorce.

What did this mean, that she planned to marry Jack after the divorce?

Destined to marry twice, did she think she could marry Jack?

Absolutely impossible, never, even if it meant death.

Charlotte wondered in the elevator if her dressing up so elaborately was too much?

But Atlas could choose not to respect her, yet she could not afford to disrespect the marriage.

This was her final farewell to the marriage.

If memories were a bitter candy, she would slowly savor it, allowing a perfect farewell to serve as a sweet ending.

She knew that perhaps every subsequent day and night would be filled with the torment of longing, but she would never regret choosing divorce, for one must live with dignity and freedom.

As Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, Atlas’s gaze flickered as he saw her appear.

Even in the gray gown, she was indescribably beautiful.

Actually, this shade of gray accentuated her noble and gentle temperament.

Atlas moved forward, extending his arm, and Charlotte placed her hand into his elbow.

The two of them, like a gentleman and lady attending a medieval banquet, the scene was akin to a beautiful painting.

This is probably the last time they walk into the dining room together?

Atlas pulled out the chair for Charlotte, waited until she sat down, then sat opposite her.

The man raised his glass, his deep voice resonating in the air: ”I hope everything goes well for you from now on...”

Charlotte paused, slightly unable to understand why Atlas had suddenly changed.

But since he wished her well, Charlotte politely took a small sip.

”What? Afraid I’ve poisoned the wine?” Atlas stood up, placing his wine glass before Charlotte, took hers instead, and drank it himself.

The crystal chandelier cast myriad light shadows, these shadows reflected in Atlas’s eyes, within the boundless darkness, faintly shimmering with a mysterious, distant glow akin to enchanting auroras.

He looked at Charlotte and asked one last time: ”Are you sure you want to divorce me?”

Like a magic trick, Atlas’s hand held the divorce agreement: ”If you are sure, then I’ll sign it, whatever I owe you, I’ll still give, I’m not a stingy man.”

Charlotte’s breath became slightly hurried, locking eyes with Atlas, yet unable to discern any of his thoughts.

Atlas spoke swiftly and decisively, while Charlotte, at the actual moment, felt an indescribable sensation.

Perhaps she agreed too quickly last year, Charlotte suppressed the panic in her heart, smiled lightly and said: ”Thank you, Atlas. Our meeting was truly a peculiar encounter, I hope you will live well after I leave.”

Just as the wind didn’t blow, I never came...

She did not lack resentment, she resented this man, resented how he deceived her, trampled on her dignity, but because she loved, she chose to let go of these grievances.

She said her goodbyes to him with grace, she did not wish her remaining life to be filled solely with hatred, what a frightening thought that would be!

Atlas laughed coldly in his heart, she was the first to dare to put him under her feet, he had given her too many chances, this time he couldn’t give any more.

She surely had a slick tongue, clearly she initiated the divorce, clearly she betrayed him first, now she spoke so prettily.

Atlas maintained that calm demeanor, a smile forming on his thin lips, then cleanly and neatly signed ”Atlas Hallow” where he should.

Charlotte’s eyes, clear as water, saw the signature of Atlas, and it seemed that the strained tension within her finally relaxed.

She seemed to have found relief, yet felt a tingling sorrow, aching enough to redden her eyes...

Charlotte raised her glass, as if bidding a final farewell, draining the glass of wine in one go.

Even though there were plenty of dishes, she couldn’t bring herself to eat a bite.

It was as if a warrior prepared for the fiercest battle, wearing full armor, and the opponent simply resolved it peacefully, without a single soldier lost, without any effort.

The result came too suddenly.

Atlas watched Charlotte finish the wine, his smile deepening...

He had indeed signed the agreement, if she was destined to marry twice, then let the second also be done.

Speaking of love now was too absurd, all he knew was he couldn’t be without her, whether it was physical attraction or any other reason, he wanted to keep her forever, no one could separate them.

Not even fate.

The wine was rich, but Charlotte dared not indulge.

Actually, drinking one or two more wouldn’t get her drunk, after all, it’s not too much, but still some caution remained.

”I will move out tomorrow morning, if you wish to stop cooperating with my company, you can bring it up, I will ensure all work transitions smoothly, though it might be troublesome, since you know the scale is quite large, the handover would require time...” Charlotte spoke, her vision seemed blurry, she couldn’t see clearly.

Even the shadows cast by the chandelier became somewhat hazy, the pink roses around turned into clusters of pink clouds...