Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

As soon as she entered the bar, Chloe Baird was already sitting on the sofa in the corner, and King was sitting next to her, holding a pink cocktail-like drink in his hand, but Chloe Baird smiled and shook her head.

She’s not an idiot. Can she drink anything here recklessly?

The bar counter was also worn out, Atlas Hallow ordered a glass of whiskey, threw in an ice cube but didn’t drink it, just watched the ice slowly melt in the golden liquid, releasing tiny bubbles.

His gaze wandered around; this bar still had a second floor, but there was a wooden sign at the stairway entrance indicating that the second floor was off-limits.

The people must be upstairs. Although anxious, Atlas Hallow didn’t dare rush up recklessly. He came in just to survey the situation, then picked up his phone and sent a signal to Jason, telling him to bring his people to the rooftop of this bar.

Everything must be done flawlessly.

Chloe Baird pushed aside that pink drink, and King’s face started to look somewhat displeased. He took out a syringe from his clothing pocket, smiling as he approached Chloe Baird’s cold and proud little face: ”This can take us to paradise, and of course, there’s also this...”

With one hand holding the syringe, the other held a stack of cash, seemingly emanating unlimited temptation: ”You’ll feel really comfortable, more comfortable than ever before.”

King’s gaze fell on Chloe Baird’s slightly petite body. He seemed to be addicted to liking such girls, although this girl’s age was a bit older, but her temper was peculiar; other little girls would cry at the sight of him, trembling with fear, while this girl seemed indifferent.

”King, did you take Mia away?” At this moment, Rogers suddenly appeared, rushing in with an anxious look, immediately charging in front of Chloe Baird and King.

”I’m already here. What exactly do you want? Release Mia quickly, she’s just a child...” Rogers really couldn’t imagine the consequences if Mia were in the hands of such a person. Although King’s expression changed slightly, he recognized him immediately.

King invited him here, definitely to negotiate terms. Rogers knew Oliver Baird and Atlas Hallow had already entered A District, but he still came without hesitation.

Atlas Hallow lowered his head, pretending to casually sip his whiskey.

King raised his emerald green eyes, glanced at Rogers briefly, and then slowly said: ”She’s just a child, but she’s your child, isn’t she the rightful heir of the family? Even without blood ties, you’d still give her all that you have, wouldn’t you?”

Atlas Hallow’s lips curled into a mocking smile. That’s his daughter; why would she need to inherit someone else’s property?

What could she want that Atlas Hallow couldn’t provide? Does she need it?

It’s simply a colossal joke...

”What’s that got to do with you? Don’t make one mistake after another.” Rogers, sweating profusely in his anxiety, knew Mia couldn’t stay outside any longer. The air here was very bad, with the smell of cigarettes clinging indefinitely to the curtains, sofas, and every surface, mixed with the dizzying fumes of alcohol. In such an environment, it was very easy to irritate Mia’s throat.

If her coughing gets too severe, it’ll be troublesome.

”You think being cast out means I have no inheritance rights? Don’t forget, I’m the real heir.” King said resentfully, his emerald eyes filled with hatred and dissatisfaction.

”Tell me, where’s Mia?” Rogers had completely lost his patience. He had held Mia in the incubator and later spent a long time with her in the sterile chamber. Whether or not she was his biological child was no longer important to him.

”Come closer, I’ll tell you...” King beckoned Rogers over, smiling with a mischievous grin.

When Rogers approached, a stiletto appeared in his hand, his tall body pressing in as he quickly grabbed Rogers’ hand, ready to stab hard.

So fond of being a doctor, let’s see him handle a scalpel with that hand wasted.

The emerald green eyes gleamed sinisterly, eager to witness the sight of that hand’s nerves being severed by the stiletto, how thrilling would that be?

Chloe Baird was faster, her hand swept like a white orchid through everyone’s view, and with a silver-glinting hairpin held in her hand, she slashed across King’s outstretched hand; the swift flick of light allowed the smell of blood in the air to be felt.