Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”King is a terrifying person, Luna Miller, we need to prepare well.” Oliver Baird whispered, his voice pricking at Charlotte Miller’s heart like a needle. Even Oliver Baird was afraid; what should Mia do?

”What is his goal?” Charlotte Miller bit her lip, nearly biting through her own skin: ”I can agree to anything he wants, but Mia can’t stay out for too long; her body can’t take it.”

”He won’t want anything; he just wants revenge on Rogers...” It’s because he wants nothing that makes it troublesome. Oliver Baird had already sent everyone to investigate, hoping to find King’s hideout soon.

No wonder she hadn’t received any calls; the person who took Mia just wanted to make her suffer.

Her long eyelashes drooped powerlessly like a dying butterfly, exuding an aching beauty of despair...

She couldn’t just sit and wait for doom; she had to bring back Mia and Luna safely. Struggling, Charlotte Miller opened her eyes and stood against the wind, trying to stay alert: ”What should I do now?”

”Ask Rogers why King was expelled from the family all those years ago, then go find Atlas Hallow. If it comes to fighting for life and death, he will lay down his life, as that’s his daughter.” Having said this, Oliver Baird hung up the phone.

Charlotte Miller understood Oliver Baird’s final phrase—he was reminding her that they were already in a very dangerous situation, with misfortune lurking around the corner. Atlas Hallow needed to know.

Has it really gotten this severe?

Charlotte Miller felt as though she was about to faint. Her lips, pale as water, were bitten through by herself, blood seeping into her mouth, staining her taste with a nauseating metallic flavor.

She dashed out frantically, having worked for Rogers’ family, earning immeasurable wealth, yet someone from this family had kidnapped her daughter—what was this?

”Rogers, King has kidnapped Luna and Mia. Tell me, what does he want now?” Charlotte Miller stormed into the hospital office, gripping the collar of Rogers’ lab coat, her voice trembling like leaves in the wind.

”What did you say? King?” To Rogers, the name seemed like a matter from a past life; he hadn’t heard it in nearly ten years.

”Yes, quickly tell me.” Charlotte Miller was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, nearly tearing the lab coat apart in her frenzy.

”He left almost ten years ago. I heard he went to the United Kingdom. How could he have kidnapped Mia—you must be mistaken, right?” The suddenness of the situation was overwhelming; if not for Charlotte Miller bringing it up, he would have nearly forgotten King existed.

”Oliver said there’s no mistake.” Charlotte Miller clung to consciousness. She had to find a way to locate this King.

”Back then, he used family assets for money laundering, violated family rules, got involved with drugs and more terrifying things. So my grandfather intended to take him to the police for a confession, but he escaped along the way and then disappeared.” Rogers summarized briefly; he couldn’t bear to recount the terrifying, bloody events of those years to Charlotte Miller.

If he did, she might faint instantly, and with Mia in King’s hands, it’s truly horrifying.

Because King is a psychopath...

”How can we find him?” Among all the people, only Rogers had contact with him. Charlotte Miller looked at Rogers anxiously: ”Does he have property here, or any other place to stay?”

”Charlotte, I’m sorry my family has caused you trouble. I will handle this myself, trust me.” Rogers, thinking of Mia—a soft, little girl—in King’s hands, was terrified to the point of madness.

”How are you going to solve it? You don’t know where he is, right?” How could Rogers solve this? He was just a doctor; no medical skills could help, not even able to defeat Chloe Baird.

”I will immediately hold a press conference. I’m willing to forfeit my inheritance rights to him; he will understand my intention.” This was the only way—King returned simply to reclaim what he had lost.

”What if he doesn’t want that?” According to Oliver Baird, King just wanted to see others in pain.

Rogers’ face darkened; if he didn’t want that, a disaster was indeed looming.

”If he did want that, he would have called you to negotiate long ago. Rogers, what we need to do now is find him.” Rogers, engrossed in medical research, often had slow reactions in other matters.

If King just wanted to see him suffer, Mia was very likely to appear in the news.

”Charlotte, I’ll have everyone find King; some in the family know him. We must find him quickly.” Rogers took off his lab coat and then grasped Charlotte Miller’s hand, his hands cold without any warmth: ”Charlotte, if you can, tell Atlas Hallow, he will also find a way.”

Rogers’ social circle, no matter how simple, was inevitably aware of Atlas Hallow’s reputation. The sooner they found Mia, the higher the chances she could leave safely.

Oliver Baird had extraordinary means, but having a way was not the key to solving the problem now. They were racing against death.

Every extra second Mia spent in King’s hands meant additional danger.

What they needed now was to focus all available forces to find King and rescue Mia and Luna.

”It’s been ten years; this time he definitely didn’t return alone.” After saying this, Rogers left the office without looking back.

The smell in the hospital was always unpleasant, instantly transporting Charlotte Miller back to the year Mia was born—the year where Mia spent at least half her time in the hospital.

Back then, she always thought her father had a terrifying regenerative ability like a lizard. Why didn’t he pass on such robust body genes to Mia?

But never for a moment did Charlotte Miller wish Mia was Atlas Hallow’s child, for she hoped beneath Mia’s frail exterior lay a terrifying regenerative power like Atlas Hallow’s.

Rogers returned to his family to seek help. The Baird Family must all be mobilized; now she needed to find Atlas Hallow.

Distractedly driving, she nearly collided with other cars several times. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte Miller pulled the car over and called Atlas Hallow.

He told her the hotel where he was staying, but she couldn’t seem to drive there. The journey wasn’t long, but she couldn’t manage to move the car...

”Charlotte Miller, I’m surprised you called me.” Atlas Hallow had just handled some matters upon his arrival, and his sudden departure had given Daniel Parker a headache, dealing with video calls one after another. When he received Charlotte Miller’s call, his heart started to race.

She had always avoided him, yet now she called him—which was simply incredible.

”Atlas Hallow, listen to me...” Charlotte Miller’s voice was filled with extreme, suppressed fear, transmitted through the airwaves.