Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Looking at the two people embracing like this, it truly seems like they’re sweet yet mournful lovers reluctant to part.

After Charlotte Miller said goodbye to Rogers, she took the box of ashes from Freya Morgon’s hands and slowly followed behind Atlas Hallow into the special passageway.

His private plane is different from the one he took her to the primitive forest many years ago. That one was a helicopter, but this one is a real airplane.

Could it be her first time on his private plane?

But is his private plane like this?

His private plane was parked at a dedicated hangar at the airport. Charlotte glanced at the Boeing 747-8VIP, sprayed a silvery gray with black letter ”H” on its wings and tail.

She was familiar with this type of private plane. The Boeing 747-8VIP is delivered as a bare plane by Boeing. All paint and interior designs are chosen by the customizer, so this black ”H” must be his emblem, his surname.

The cabin of the Boeing 747-8VIP has nearly 500 square meters of space, designed with indescribable understated luxury.

It can be seen that Atlas prefers transparent and simple spaces, with transparent crystal staircase, long-haired carpets white enough to make one’s heart race, and a beige wide leather sofa. In such a large space, there is also a kitchen, dining room, and a small conference room. This aircraft is more like a palace in the sky, and the most unique part is the foyer rug scattered full of delightful toys.

A silver fruit plate on the transparent coffee table holds various fruits, as well as delicate pastries, ranging from Chinese to Western.

He really went to great lengths; it’s clear these are meant for Mia.

After Charlotte settled the urn neatly, she sat on the sofa, watching Mia start playing with those toys on the carpet.

When the plane took off, Charlotte quickly embraced Mia, whose face turned pale. Mia felt unwell during takeoff but could not express it, so she tightly hugged Charlotte, buried her head in her shoulder, and bit her slender white finger.

Looking at all this, Atlas began to regret. If he hadn’t been so reckless back then, perhaps things wouldn’t be like this today.

It’s natural that Charlotte doesn’t forgive him. Mia’s poorly health is a consequence of what he set in motion.

Looking at Charlotte softly coaxing, gently patting Mia’s back, it made Atlas faintly reminiscent of when Charlotte was his sweet and charming little wife. She once spoke to him in such a gentle tone.

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For over ten hours of flight, he watched Charlotte holding Mia almost all the time. He couldn’t help share any part of the burden.

Mia didn’t want him to hold her because he was too unfamiliar. To her, he was nothing more than a stranger.

Getting off the plane, he noticed Charlotte’s pale face, and Mia still clung to Charlotte like a koala.

When she truly feels unwell, not even Luna can hold her. Perhaps it’s something inherent.

Before returning, Charlotte had Annie book her a hotel because the furnished apartment she wanted was still needing some time. It would take at least one or two months for the air in the rooms to properly ventilate even with harmless furniture.

”Take me to Parker Manor...” The suite she booked had three bedrooms, enough for both her and her mom Luna to stay.

Atlas said nothing but drove the car without heading towards Parker Manor.

With Luna and her mom in the car, Charlotte didn’t burst out, though her expression became increasingly stern.

”My apartment is still vacant, and it’s better for Mia to rest there than in the hotel.” Charlotte looked at Atlas, still strong-willed and unyielding, as he drove straight to his apartment.

Downstairs the apartment, Charlotte handed over the sleeping Mia to Luna, letting Luna take Mia and her mom up first.

She must talk things over with Atlas; this man seems unaware of the situation.

”Do you want to tell me you’re very independent? That you want to stay at the hotel and don’t want me bothering you anymore because you’ve got that foreigner?” Atlas stood in front of her, earnestly speaking before Charlotte had a chance to voice anything.