Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Charlotte Miller walked to the outer cooking counter, beside which stood a large double-door freezer.

Instinctively, she opened it for a look, and sure enough, it was filled with all kinds of food.

The freshest ingredients from around the world, such as seafood, steaks, and foie gras, were already cleaned and prepared. The fresh fruits were vibrant and glossy, various types of sauces were fully stocked, and even the teas that needed to be refrigerated to maintain their aroma and flavor were carefully placed in exquisite jars, neatly organized in the freezer.

Charlotte felt she truly lacked ambition.

She was very afraid of the feeling of hunger, which was why she was so eager to open the freezer door. However, now that she was back here, she wouldn’t feel like she was stuck in the mountains with nothing to eat.

The few days she spent in those mountains were absolutely awful.

She still remembered how it felt to be so hungry that she could only nibble at her fingernails.

But how do other people manage not to eat for five or six days just to lose weight?

She couldn’t even endure for three days.

Mocking herself, she made herself a cup of green tea.

Atlas Hallow apparently didn’t manage to have any servants stay here, which turned out to be a good thing.

What she needed now was some peace to think about her next move. Having learned enough lessons, she must not act recklessly this time; she should wait patiently when she is uncertain of her chances of winning.

The green tea leaves settled, emitting a light fragrance, reminiscent of spring colors. She took a sip, and even the taste was as fresh as spring.

She wondered what kind of job she should look for.

Atlas had said she didn’t have to work at the Hallow Clan, nor could she go to her own company. Lastly, she couldn’t choose anything related to finance, which was equivalent to asking her to abandon all her professional knowledge. So, what should she choose?

Charlotte walked into Atlas Hallow’s study, turned on the computer, and browsed various job listings, updating her resume to start sending out applications.

What she needed now was to quickly find a job so she wouldn’t be stuck in this place every day.

If she didn’t get busy soon, constantly overthinking things would drive her crazy.

Actually, Atlas chose the wrong person. Initially, he wanted to find an extraordinary woman to either bear his child or be a surrogate for him and Hailey Hill, but all of this was mistaken.

In truth, she was just an ordinary woman. Hidden beneath her usual elegant and noble demeanor, she also needed to eat, she needed the hustle and bustle of human interactions, she needed something to keep her from boredom, and she needed to live as fulfilled as everyone else.

She was just such a woman, not the noble lady from a scholarly family as Hailey wished, untouched by worldly affairs.

Charlotte thought those positions were simple. As long as she sent out her resume, she should receive a quick response, but everything seemed to take on a strange timeline since she returned, becoming odd.

Over the next three years, many things could happen, and she felt she could accept them, but the issue of children still troubled her.

Charlotte knew her own nature; if she really had a child, she couldn’t just hand it over to Atlas Hallow.

This was why she was unwilling to have children for him.

It’s not that she didn’t like children, but she didn’t like having Atlas Hallow’s children right now.

To be more specific, she didn’t like the idea of a child being born into this world with a certain purpose.

Time passed quickly; in the blink of an eye, Charlotte had been waiting in the apartment for several days, yet there was no reply from those companies.

She found it very strange. Given her qualifications, getting a job like that should have been easy, yet she hadn’t even received a simple interview notice.

Atlas Hallow sat in his office, reviewing emails on the computer, and couldn’t help but laugh.

This young woman’s current demands were truly not high—could this be considered desperation?

Was she so eager to go out to work?

With her education and qualifications, she could easily find something better.

But she was blindly sending out numerous resumes as if clutching at straws when in desperation.

Yet, this was a woman of Atlas Hallow’s; who would dare to employ her?

The thought of his woman going out to work for someone else left a knot in his chest.

Why did this woman love to get herself into such trouble?