Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

It was a good night’s dream, but little did they expect that good days wouldn’t last.

The next day, Charlotte Miller was awakened by a call from Annie Gray.

Her phone was habitually left on, and as soon as it rang, she jumped up to answer it, fearing the ringtone would disturb Mia.

Actually, to be precise, she was bombarded by a piece of major news that cleared her mind.

Annie hurriedly told her, ”Charlotte, quickly check the finance section of XX-net. They released a news story last night about Atlas Hallow’s illegitimate daughter. Now almost all websites are reprinting it, and the clicks are huge. Such news being in the finance section doesn’t even fit with those in the entertainment circle, but it spread so fast. I’m afraid there are people pulling strings behind the scenes...”

Charlotte’s lips turned pale as she picked up her laptop, clicked open a webpage, and casually searched again. Sure enough, within these few hours, almost all websites started to wildly reprint it, with even someone devoting posts to digging into the relationship between Atlas Hallow and Mia.

The most terrifying part was that there were even a few photos of them walking out of the Glass Palace.

Charlotte felt a chill all over, not expecting these media outlets to have already given up basic morals; Mia’s face wasn’t even pixelated in the pictures.

They seemed to have done it on purpose, letting Mia’s little face be exposed to everyone’s gaze.

Luckily, yesterday Mia wore a small hat and was leaning on Atlas Hallow’s shoulder, only showing half of her sweet, pretty little face with some hair covering it. But Mia is such a charming and adorable little girl that even half of her face is memorable enough to make Charlotte’s whole body filled with icy cold blood.

Annie could feel Charlotte’s tension; she would be scared too, as this concerns a child.

She hastily said on the phone, ”Charlotte, this is no joke. In today’s society, too many insane people will do anything for money. Don’t let Mia outside recently until the storm has passed.”

This was really not meant to frighten Charlotte. Given Atlas Hallow and Charlotte’s wealth, if this child fell into the hands of malicious people, it would be unimaginable.

Charlotte knew what Annie meant.

She feared someone might see Mia’s face, and upon recognizing her, attempt kidnapping or something similar.

Charlotte remembered the time in the United States when Mia and Luna Miller were taken away, feeling like she was drenched from head to toe in ice water, shivering coldly.

It felt like even her heart was about to stop, her mind was a blank slate, her tongue numb, making her speech barely coherent.

She stumbled out of bed, seemingly scared, instinctively running to the pink little bed beside her in the bedroom.

Mia was curled up under the covers, breathing evenly, deeply asleep, unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Black hair scattered over the soft quilt, along with those thick eyelashes identical to Atlas Hallow’s, truly like a little angel.

She would never allow anyone to harm her daughter. If anything happened, it should come at her, but when it involves Mia, don’t blame her for being ruthless.

In modern society, there are always many idle people with too much free time. Atlas Hallow’s illegitimate daughter is enough to pique everyone’s interest, leading them to start searching for everything related to the matter.

Illegitimate daughter?

This term is especially sensitive. Many posts started speculating various things about Charlotte.

A mother relying on her daughter to marry into a wealthy family, but where is it so easy to enter a wealthy family? Just like a certain actress, even when her daughter is running all over town, she still hasn’t secured a status. Everyone sees Charlotte as a cunning woman engaged in a power struggle within a wealthy family’s disputes.

The clamor grew louder, and more was unearthed, with all kinds of news spreading with conspiracy, half-true and half-false, leaving everyone awaiting a result.

Charlotte lay by Mia’s bed, gently kissing her soft little face, taking a deep breath twice before picking up her phone. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door to call Atlas Hallow.

It was still early, and he should have just gone for a run, which was his habit.