Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Her phone number hasn’t changed; Annie said she’s still using the old number.

Without even thinking, her number seems engraved in his mind.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the phone, Atlas Hallow listened to the beeping sound in the phone.

How could he have kept thinking about what Luna Miller said, thinking she’d find new love, thinking she would marry twice?

Did she really marry twice, was it because he forced her to?

Clutching the phone tightly, his cold and desolate gaze suppressed intense pain, as if it was about to overflow uncontrollably.

Even his thick eyelashes quivered like falling sorrow.

Charlotte Miller was about to head to the airport to pick up Rogers; after a night’s sleep, Rogers called to tell her he was here to see her.

Besides being a genius in medicine, Rogers seemed rather clumsy in other fields, especially since the city’s traffic had become overwhelmingly congested, so Charlotte asked him to wait, as he had to collect his luggage first.

Before she even reached the airport, her phone rang again. Why was he so impatient? How long had it been since his last call?

A faint smile appeared on Charlotte’s lips. She took out her phone from her handbag and saw a familiar number.

It wasn’t Rogers’ number; it was Atlas Hallow calling.

Had he still not given up?

She had clearly told Atlas that she was already married. Was there any point in this persistence?

”President Hallow, is the Hallow Clan going bankrupt? Don’t you have anything better to do than to pester like this?” Charlotte’s tone wasn’t good; it was terribly cold.

Atlas’s eyes were burning with anxiety as he spoke in a low voice, ”Charlotte, I need to see you immediately. Annie said you’re not at the office, where are you?”

Charlotte sneered; even at this point, he couldn’t stop using his commanding tone, which she really disliked.

Lightly biting her lip, a sweet smile poured from her flower-like lips, transmitting through the phone to Atlas’s ears: ”President Hallow, I really do have something today; my husband came to the U.S.A to see me, so I’m spending time with him. Haven’t you ever heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

After speaking, Charlotte hung up the phone, not bothering to argue with this man.

She said her husband came, she said she was accompanying her husband, she said absence makes the heart grow fonder; every word she said tore at his heart and lungs.

Wasn’t her husband supposed to be him?

In the airport, amidst the streams of people, Charlotte quickly found Rogers.

His demeanor always stood out in a crowd; he carried that inimitable aura of nobility about him.

Being of noble descent for three generations, that kind of nobility, inborn elegance, and gentleness always shone through him.

His brown hair shimmered softly, and those deep brown eyes were like the purest amber, naturally drawing glances from young girls.

”Hey, sweetie, I’m over here...” Rogers saw Charlotte through the crowd and waved vigorously, grinning widely.

Charlotte walked over; Rogers embraced her and kissed her on the cheek, ”Ethan said you had some trouble, something about attracting a rogue, right?”

”Your Chinese is truly at level ten; you can even use words like ’rogue.’” Charlotte laughed as she praised him, and Rogers nodded, feeling that he was indeed clever, especially with languages.

”I’ve already booked a hotel. Let’s rest first, and then I’ll take you to have authentic roast duck. Didn’t you always long for it? The ones in the United States taste awful.” Charlotte pulled Rogers out; the airport was overcrowded, making it hard to breathe.

As the car drove, Charlotte reminded him earnestly, ”This isn’t the U.S.A, where you are familiar and where your family has strong roots. This is the U.S.A; just enjoy yourself here, don’t worry about me, I can handle it.”

She was only concerned that Rogers might fall into Atlas Hallow’s traps.

In terms of intelligence, perhaps the two were evenly matched, but Rogers devoted all his intellect to saving lives, while Atlas was always on the business battlefield, having long mastered the art of cold-blooded cruelty. If anything happened, she would genuinely worry about Rogers.

Because Rogers is genuinely a good person, and Mia needs a father, one she can be proud of.

”Charlotte, do you mean your ex-husband will trouble me?” Rogers’ amber eyes held a trace of doubt as he noticed Charlotte’s face tense, beginning to worry.

He wasn’t worried for himself but was concerned the pressure was too much for her.

Only when discussing serious matters did Rogers call her Charlotte.

”When he goes crazy, he’ll trouble anyone.” She knew Atlas all too well; he was capable of anything.

The car arrived at the enormous revolving glass door of the hotel, where a uniformed doorman had already opened the car door for Charlotte.

”We’ll stay here for a few days; wait until I’ve handled my work, and we can return together.” Since he was already here, she couldn’t possibly send Rogers back just like that.

Luckily, she could free some time to show Rogers around since flying over ten hours for a visit demanded some hospitality.

They booked the best hotel; Charlotte did not penny-pinch on this because both she and Rogers could afford it, and they shared a preference for comfort and spaciousness.

It was just as Charlotte stepped into the hotel lobby that she felt something was off.

It was spring already, yet the hotel temperature was so low. Domestic hotels, in order to flaunt their power, almost cranked the air conditioning below zero.

But it wasn’t just the low temperature; she constantly felt a pair of eyes were following her, scrutinizing her intensely.

Charlotte turned around warily, almost shrieking.

She turned and was startled to find Atlas Hallow standing behind her like a ghost.

”Charlotte, come out with me for a moment.” Atlas’s eyes shone red as he reached to grasp her soft little hand, trying to pull her outside.

”Dear ex-husband, you’re taking Charlotte away right in front of me; that’s very inappropriate.” Rogers reached to hold Atlas’s wrist, making the situation immediately delicate.

Originally Charlotte’s emotions were taut to the extreme, but listening to Rogers’s less-than-perfect pronunciation of ”ex-husband,” she felt an urge to laugh.

Atlas’s eyes were tinged with crimson as he croaked, ”Give me some time.”

He completely disregarded Rogers, as if what was being said had nothing to do with him.

Yet the term ”ex-husband” was jarring, more than just jarring; it pierced his heart.

”I don’t have time now. If President Hallow has something, you can schedule through Annie, okay?” Charlotte noticed Rogers’s face wasn’t pleasant either. Though he was usually a doctor, he had quite a temper when agitated.

”Would scheduling help? You wouldn’t meet me anyway.” Atlas’s voice sounded like a beast’s mournful cry in the wind; he didn’t understand how he had ended up like this.

He had waited for her thousands of days and nights, only for her to appear beside another man.

He couldn’t accept this reality, even if it meant fighting to win her back.

She was the woman he had chosen as his wife, the only one...

But now, she was convinced he had wronged her, intending for her to be a surrogate for Hailey Hill and planning to give her child to Hailey - this left her unwilling to even offer him a chance to explain.

If she had asked for an explanation back then, he would have told her everything.

She did ask once, but mentioning Hailey was a stain in his own life, something he wanted to avoid and erase. How could he willingly bring up such repulsive history to Charlotte?

”It will help if you have patience; you can wait.” Charlotte’s expression was serious as she nodded, slightly tilting her petite face upwards to gaze at Atlas’s sharp, handsome profile, as if discussing an insignificant matter.

”I can’t wait.” Atlas showed no intention of letting go of Charlotte’s hand; he couldn’t wait any longer, fearing that at any moment, Charlotte would vanish like she did three years ago.

”Ex-husband, don’t you understand what Charlotte is saying?” Rogers found this man obstinately infuriating.

”Rogers, you can call him Mr. Hallow.” Charlotte listened to Rogers repeatedly using ”ex-husband” and noticed Atlas’s face turning slate gray, his gaze sharp as blades, yearning to kill Rogers.