Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

It’s as if she doesn’t understand why so many women like him, yet she chooses to fall for Jack Smith. In what aspect is he inferior to Jack?

She doesn’t understand the position of Mrs. Hallow, a role that so many women desire, but she dismisses it completely.

She doesn’t even want to work by his side, preferring to work outside for someone else.

Is she trying to express silent resistance?

Or is she flaunting her dignity and independence?

Atlas should let Charlotte experience, if under his disallowance, even simple survival is a luxury.

The past few days were just the beginning. Slowly, she will taste the horror of life after losing him.

Bend her pride and see what else she can do. Does she still dare to say she wants to leave?

Charlotte doesn’t know what kind of trick is involved here, but when too many job applications sink without a trace, she starts to feel something is off.

She couldn’t even get a notification for an interview at a medium-sized company hiring a clerk.

Her resume was well done and professionally immaculate, yet none of it worked.

Surely someone is playing tricks here.

Atlas Hallow?

His name had barely crossed her mind before she jumped up, certain it was him.

This man is truly hateful, daring to cause trouble in such matters.

Just as Charlotte was gritting her teeth in hatred, the door was pushed open.

It was Atlas Hallow standing before her. Having just returned from work, he took off his black suit upon entering, loosened two buttons after pulling off his tie, and then walked to Charlotte and kissed her hard on her lips.

”Since you agreed to be my mistress, you should act like one. Showing this attitude to your patron isn’t very wise.” Atlas sensed the anger within Charlotte, her snowy tender face unable to conceal the somber mood.

”You promised to let me work. Have you fulfilled your promise?” Charlotte laughed coldly, realizing if it’s an exchange, then he didn’t show sincerity.

”So what?” Atlas looked at her angry face and realized he liked it.

”What so? Did you do something underhanded?” Charlotte broke away from Atlas’s grasp; this man is utterly detestable.

”Why would I need to do anything underhanded? Think about who dares to hire you?” Atlas sat on the sofa, casually grabbed Charlotte’s recently used cup and drank a few sips, watching her walk over to him.

Standing before Atlas, Charlotte loudly questioned, ”Then what do you think I can work as?”

”As long as someone dares to employ you, you can go ahead, I won’t object.” Atlas met Charlotte’s gaze, his voice rising in the air, causing layers of ripples to brush against Charlotte’s heart.

”Aren’t you contradicting yourself? You just said no one dares to hire me, and now you say as long as someone dares to employ me, it’s okay. Clearly, you’ve done something to make everyone afraid to hire me. So how could anyone employ me?” Charlotte was nearly driven mad with anger, suppressing her fury because she knows she can’t defeat him, the disparity is too great.

This young girl, speaking rapidly, her face flushed red.

”Nothing, surely there’s a place beyond my reach.” Atlas’s face gradually darkened as he gazed at Charlotte, his voice becoming chilling: ”In the future, speak properly to me. I’m referring to your attitude.”

Has her gentle, captivating, smart, and wise demeanor disappeared forever?

”My attitude? I have no attitude...” Charlotte coldly replied, demanding attitude from her, utterly disregarding how many despicable acts he committed. What did she owe him?

Bastard...

”If not, I don’t mind teaching you.” Atlas stood up. He’s been spoiling her too much from the start, resulting in her current behavior.

She ought to taste the consequence of being spoiled.

”Even if taught, it won’t work. Attitude is mutual and heartfelt.” Charlotte felt danger looming as Atlas approached.

She stiffened like a wary cat, alertly watching Atlas.

He advanced, she retreated; it seemed like a peculiar ritual.

”Don’t worry, I won’t hit you. After all, I have better methods of punishment.” Atlas’s lips were taut with a sharp curve, each word like a stab in the heart.

Charlotte stopped retreating. Having squared off against him a few times, she understood that causing a scene would end disastrously.

”Would I be this angry if you hadn’t done something underhanded?” She tried to soften her voice, only to find her words still full of rage.

”So much anger? Cooling off first might be wise.” Atlas eyed Charlotte’s delicate form. He had told himself when she betrayed him that he would no longer spare or tolerate her; come desire, he would no longer control himself...