Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

A harsh winter had receded as spring arrived, and the flowers were in full bloom...

Yet Charlotte Miller had no mind to enjoy it, for she realized she was truly powerless. Not a single company was willing to hire her, not even a call for an interview.

Atlas Hallow was using his own way to show her that if she didn’t comply with his wishes, she would be left with no way out.

Around this time last year, she had flown back from abroad and was taken by her mother directly to the marriage registration office, where she met Atlas Hallow for the first time.

It was like a fleeting glance; that day, he was also bathed in the spring sunlight.

His deep-set eyes and broad shoulders, the way he called her name with a voice so deep it was like a cello gently played at midnight. Before registering with him, she had never seen this diamond bachelor that every woman in the city wanted to marry.

Time passed swiftly, so much that even he couldn’t believe it himself; she had known him for hundreds of days now.

It was a weekend, and Charlotte was sitting in the apartment, feeling bored.

Meanwhile, Atlas was sitting across from her on the sofa, a laptop on his crossed long legs as he dealt with some business work.

She sat there silently, drinking tea and reading a book, each minding their own business.

The feeling was quite peculiar; it seemed as if there was an invisible wall between them, as if their energies could not blend, like the Mississippi River and the Gulf of Mexico never merging due to differing densities.

The only sounds indoors were their breathing and the soft noise of pages being turned by Charlotte.

In this extremely silent moment, Charlotte’s phone on the coffee table rang, shattering the silence of the room.

Atlas looked up almost simultaneously with her; the coffee table was closer to her, so Charlotte reached out to grab it.

Upon seeing the phone number, Charlotte froze for a moment, seemingly incredulous.

She rubbed her eyes, and the joy upon seeing the phone number again seemed to emanate from her phone and imprint on her face, causing her plain little face to glow with charm.

This special reaction from Charlotte caught Atlas’s attention.

He watched as Charlotte stood up quickly, simultaneously walking and using her fair fingers to swiftly swipe open the phone to answer, with an urgency really akin to fearing she’d miss the call.

He turned his head to look at Charlotte, who had just walked into the bedroom and shut the door firmly.

Who could be calling?

What prompted such a strong reaction from Charlotte?

He believed the person calling must have a significant influence over her.

Perhaps even more than Jack Smith, because he had noticed that even when she talked to Jack on the phone, her expressions were never as intense.

Just now, Charlotte’s demeanor seemed as if she had grabbed onto a lifeline.

Indeed, it seemed she had grasped onto a lifeline, struggling to surface.

He had already used his influence and power to turn into invisible stones binding her and sinking her into the sea, with him being that sea.

It was only natural for her to want to break free and resurface, and perhaps that phone call was Charlotte’s only hope right now?

Atlas’s mind immediately conjured a name, was Ethan Baird coming back?

It should be right, Ethan had not appeared for a long time.

Because something had happened in the Baird Family, something seemingly important, but everything had been kept secret, even Atlas couldn’t get any information.

Nobody knew what the two brothers of the Baird Family had been busy with in those past few months.

But it was certainly related to a huge secret concerning the Baird Family.

Atlas picked up the phone and made a call to Daniel Parker: ”Check Ethan Baird’s entry and exit records, see if he has returned to the country.”

The situation had become very delicate; he didn’t want any unexpected complications. He had to keep Charlotte firmly in his grasp, and no one could take her away from him.

Not even Oliver Baird, and if the Baird brothers dared intervene, he wouldn’t hesitate to oppose the entire Baird Family.

It wasn’t difficult to check, and after a brief while, Daniel’s call came through.

He told Atlas that Ethan Baird hadn’t returned to the country.

Atlas breathed a sigh of relief, then sat back down on the sofa, subconsciously glancing once more at the bedroom, where the door remained tightly closed.