Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

In other words, he deliberately left nothing to eat. This man wants to conquer her will by torturing her body.

This is simply despicable, like a demon.

What’s merciful is that he didn’t cut off the water supply. There’s a huge generator in the back here, and he didn’t cut off that generator.

She can still drink a little water and take a bath.

But she has nothing to eat, and it’s absolutely impossible to go out like a primitive person to look for food or hunt. There’s no tool, and even if there were, she knows she doesn’t have the skills for wilderness survival.

She is Second Miss Young Miller from a scholarly family, and all her energy was focused on her studies. She can only do some boring and simple data calculations, and when it comes to playing tricks, she is like a world apart from this man, as if she can’t even pass the entry-level while he is already a master of it.

If there’s no food, she believes she won’t last a few days.

If she faints here, Atlas Hallow should come back, right?

He probably wouldn’t watch her die, because if he wanted her dead, he wouldn’t have brought her here.

Charlotte Miller just sat there watching as the sky turned dark. At night, sitting there alone, she thought about what truly is the most terrifying thing in the world?

Perhaps no one has really tasted it, or to put it another way, not many have.

But at this moment, Charlotte tasted the true flavor of fear.

Some have tasted poverty, some have tasted hardship, some desperately survive in the cracks, some love but are not loved in return. Everyone is lost in the myriad phenomena of this vast world, but none of these are terrifying enough.

Now, she seems to have walked out of that vast world, out of the crowd, out of everyone’s suffering, and was left here, in this wilderness.

The beautiful forest became extremely desolate as there was not a single person. Time slowly ticked by, and loneliness expanded, becoming infinitely large...

Her heavy breathing seemed to fill the whole forest. No one spoke a word to her, and not even a bird flew past.

There were also many other kinds of torment, such as hunger.

Charlotte had never experienced the feeling of hunger before.

This sounds somewhat boastful, perhaps. Since she was young, she had a body type that didn’t gain weight easily. She could eat a lot, high-calorie foods, like chocolate, pizza, grilled ribs, cheese, without gaining much weight.

She used to often thank her parents for giving her such a physique so she wouldn’t have to starve to maintain her weight like other girls. But now when she’s hungry, it seems to hit her faster than others.

Hunger started with wanting to eat her favorite things. She liked stir-fried shrimp made by Hakka chefs, liked grilled ribs, liked the sweet and sour crispy pork in Northeastern Chinese cuisine, liked seafood, liked the fresh and springy big shrimp, and loved the plump hairy crabs in autumn...

Charlotte sat in that large wooden house, closed her eyes, and slowly fantasized as if she had eaten a lot.

But her belly was so empty it almost clung to her back. This was already the second day.

She hadn’t eaten anything except drink water.

But she would never bow down to Atlas Hallow, because as soon as she asks him to come, she would begin an endless enslavement.

That would be a true loss of dignity.

In Atlas Hallow’s office, there was a whole row of electronic screens, all showing the full view of the mountain top.

And there was every corner of the house, almost no blind spots.

He stood there, his gaze falling on the couch where Charlotte was curled up. Her petite figure made his heartache, making every breath difficult.

He was waiting for Charlotte to speak to the camera, asking him to come and take her back, waiting for her to say she wouldn’t divorce, but it seemed like this girl was so stubborn that not a single bone in her body would bend.

Why can’t she love him? He wished he could dig out his own heart for her, this heartless woman...