Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow folded his arms, watching the seemingly irrational group of journalists: ”Who allowed you to enter my company?”

”Did you have an appointment? If not, this counts as trespassing into my office building. Sorry to say, but a courtroom scene sounds quite spectacular, doesn’t it?” There’s never a moment to back down in situations like this, because if you retreat, the opponent lurking in the shadows will advance, leaving you defenseless in the end.

This was something Oliver Baird taught her, and also something Atlas Hallow taught. The men who have been by her side have all taught her many things through their own examples.

”President Miller, this is your company’s business premises. How can this be considered trespassing? If you don’t want us to come in, you could simply lock the door. But why leave it open?” One of the journalists, having seen all sorts of situations, boldly replied after Charlotte Miller finished speaking.

”Do you know the nature of my company? Do you know the requirements to become my client? Having the door open is my freedom. Does an open door give you the right to come in uninvited? Who taught you such twisted logic?” Charlotte Miller’s smile grew colder. How could someone ask such a question? And still be a journalist?

”President Miller’s clients are all wealthy, so does that mean people like us aren’t worthy of becoming your clients?” The journalist asked stubbornly, deliberately steering the question to a controversial angle.

If Charlotte Miller were to answer yes, it would undoubtedly be akin to courting trouble, given how many people in this world are not wealthy.

”The reason you can’t become my client is not due to anything else, just that you don’t know how to respect others, especially women.” After saying this, Charlotte looked at the journalists across from her without a hint of fear, anger flickering in her eyes.

”You’ve recorded all their names, that’s truly helpful, I need this list to file a lawsuit against them.” Charlotte turned and quietly thanked the police. Having the records made it convenient, otherwise, she would have to painstakingly track each one down.

”Ms. Miller, since the injuries are not severe, do you think it might be possible to mediate?” This was probably routine in police work.

”No need, I insist on suing them.” Without addressing anything else, if she didn’t deal with these people, she wouldn’t be able to answer to Annie Gray. Charlotte shook her head, refusing.

”Moreover, today they intruded into my company and caused physical harm to my assistant. If any irresponsible reports come out, I hope you can testify for me, since we’ve already taken statements.” People tend to evade responsibility by adding phrases like ’reportedly’ or ’rumored’ when reporting.

She’s determined to close off even this avenue.

She never liked plotting against others, but if someone truly harms those she cares about, she will definitely not show mercy.

Being lenient with them is being cruel to herself. If given a respite, they would inevitably come back stronger.

The journalists were somewhat stunned; gradually, their arrogance diminished bit by bit.

This woman was genuinely set on suing them, not joking at all.

”Alright, see you all in court,” Charlotte said as she pulled Rogers upstairs.

”Charlotte, how did it come to this?” Rogers sat on the sofa, looking worried.

Things became serious right after their return to the U.S.A. He understood Charlotte’s mindset. Normally, she is easygoing, but if her family and friends are harmed, she would go all out.

Especially if Mia was harmed, hence why he hurriedly came along.

”I don’t know either. I suspect someone is out to get me, or perhaps targeting Atlas Hallow; this is all just a prelude.” Charlotte felt these incidents were not simple, seeming premeditated.

”What about now? How do you plan to handle it?” Rogers put away his usual carefree demeanor, his expression turning somewhat serious.

”First, force the people behind this to show themselves. These journalists were definitely directed by someone to come here for interviews, as most of them aren’t from financial sections. Why would they be concerned about yesterday’s fluctuations in the U.S. stock market?” Most of these journalists were from the entertainment sections, and Charlotte immediately thought of that female host.

But that unpleasant dinner didn’t necessitate creating such a big scene, did it?