Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The crowd was sent outside and slowly dissipated, with Charlotte hurrying home with Mia.

By the time they returned to the small courtyard, Mia was already feeling sleepy and seemed about to fall asleep.

The housekeeper of the Foster Family was very attentive, knowing that Mia was coughing, they specially prepared a syrup of fritillaria and pear, and made some small pastries. After Charlotte fed Mia and she finished eating, Charlotte removed the silver ring looped with a red string from Mia and carried her into the room. The little girl was already asleep.

Charlotte sat in the courtyard, holding the silver ring in her hand, allowing it to become warm against her skin.

Originally, the surface of this silver ring was plain, but inside, it was engraved densely with ancient Sanskrit that she couldn’t read. She was merely tracing the inner ring with her fingertips.

Could this ring have a significant origin?

Freya Morgon approached, seeing Charlotte in a daze in the courtyard, handed her a cup of warm green tea, and brought over a plate of leftover pastries Mia had not finished.

Staying here was indeed comfortable, but Charlotte’s mood had been somewhat low these past couple of days, appearing rather worried.

”Charlotte, eat something. The pastries made by the Foster Family are really good. Even Mia only likes these,” Freya said, indicating the several small pastries on the plate, crafted like mini steamed buns the size of a thumb, small millet cakes with osmanthus honey, and pea cakes shaped into mini formats. Charlotte looked at these exquisite pastries but had no appetite.

The green tea exuded a faint aroma, and after taking a sip, she slowly spoke, ”Mom, was I wrong to come back?”

Should she not have returned to this troubled water? What was she trying to prove?

Did she just want to stand confidently in front of Atlas Hallow?

Now, however, Mia was exposed to everyone’s attention, and even though Atlas Hallow had provided ample protection, what if there was danger?

Atlas Hallow said that the Foster Family’s courtyard acted as a barrier; if anyone dared harm Mia, they wouldn’t dare breach this barrier, but she still worried.

”Since you’re back, why think so much? I’ve always said Mia is a blessed child; nothing will happen to her,” Freya comforted Charlotte. ”If anyone truly wished Mia harm, wouldn’t we be just as vulnerable in the United States?”

Charlotte let out a long sigh, feeling extremely stifled.

The calm before the storm, this beautiful and serene spring night couldn’t conceal the overwhelming surge that came one after another.

In the dead of night, countless invisible signals spread across the air, intertwining various messages—some bringing lovers’ longing, some bringing parents’ care, and some laden with malice and conspiracy.

”Just a three-year-old child, do you know who this child is?” The voice at the other end of the phone was a bit exasperated and roared almost furiously.

”Flower Snake adopted her as a goddaughter, and she holds the ring that can command all the former members of the Green Clan. Do you know who those former members are? Do you know how many people were once part of the Green Clan? And what about Oliver Baird? Which one of them is easy to deal with...?”

”Calm down... ”

”Look out for yourself, I won’t be joining you in this anymore.” The man on the other end of the phone had started to roar. This kind of thing was no joke and was truly sending people to their deaths.

”With Atlas Hallow, whether you do a little or go the whole way, the result is the same—it’s a dead end either way. Take a gamble with me, if you lose, you’ll die all the same; but if we win, how much money do you think you would make? How much would ten percent of Hallow Clan’s shares be worth on the market?” Flix Hallow said softly, his voice full of temptation.

In fact, it wasn’t his voice full of temptation; it was rather that his voice was filled with the aura of money, making it irresistible.

After finishing the call, Flix Hallow stood outside the Hallow Family villa balcony, looking at the infinitely beautiful spring night, his gaze turning extremely sinister.

Decades of enduring humiliation, only to have a Mia appear unexpectedly, and to think the first-born grandson of the Hallow Family suddenly had the right to seize the world?

Merely because this three-year-old child appeared, she could take away eight percent of Hallow Clan’s shares, and Atlas Hallow had indeed played a clever game.

”Flix, what are you thinking about?” A woman’s arm slid around Flix Hallow’s waist. Even with age, her skill in charming a man had never diminished.

”Thinking it’d be nice if I had a grandson,” Flix Hallow turned around and held the woman in his arms, giving her chest a playful squeeze with a wicked smile, ”The older, the bigger here seems to get...”

”A grandson? Actually, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you, but you’ve been too occupied with things over the years, so I didn’t want to bother you. Actually, Gael Hallow has a fling with a celebrity abroad who secretly gave birth to a child three years ago,” Ruby Wanner said with a seductive smile. She didn’t know about the eight percent shares of Hallow Clan, but since Flix Hallow mentioned wanting a grandson, this should please him.

It’s lucky for her; Flix Hallow had so many women outside, yet she’s the one who stayed with him for more than twenty years, especially now that his official wife was imprisoned. If she died there, Ruby might get promoted to his official wife.

All these years, she waited patiently and it seemed the moment had finally arrived.

Unlike those women who were discarded after being used, Ruby was different because she was more obedient and patient; most importantly, she bore him a son, who was quite outstanding.

”Really?” Flix Hallow’s voice trembled with excitement, as Amir, that dead boy, refused to marry and have children, and now Gael Hallow managed to have a son first.

If he’s older than Atlas Hallow’s daughter, he’d be the rightful eldest grandson.

Then that eight percent of shares should rightfully be his? Combined with the others, he’d control nearly forty percent, and wouldn’t Atlas Hallow have to relinquish the chairman’s position?

He intended to clear Atlas Hallow out of the Hallow Clan. Just imagining Atlas Hallow’s arrogance back then, dominating everything without dissent, could anyone say no to him?

Hallow Clan didn’t belong only to him; it was the Hallow Family’s.

It was the patriarch of the Hallow Family, his ill-fated elder brother, but now that his brother was dead, he should be the patriarch.

He should manage everything for the Hallow Family; how could he let his nephew, after losing his immediate family, continue to manage such a vast company?

Flix Hallow laughed, for he had two sons, and if Amir didn’t want to manage the Hallow Clan, there was naturally another son to inherit.

Foolishly letting Ruby give birth to his child turned out unexpectedly beneficial, as it seemed that it’s his fate to own the Hallow Clan.

”Quickly, go and bring Gael’s child over.” Now he needed to prepare thoroughly and then call a lawyer to reveal his father’s last will, to get that eight percent share, making the president position of Hallow Clan a matter of course.

Back then, just because Atlas Hallow was born before Amir, he got that extra five percent?

Fortunately, Amir was obedient and handed over his shares without question. That son acted like a fool, playing around outside all day without caring; he’s never wanted back the Hallow Clan.

What use is the massive annual dividend; he wanted the whole lot.

On the same night, Atlas Hallow drove to the outside of Foster Alley. He stopped there, gazing at the soft yellow light spilling from the depths of the alley.

His woman and his child lived there; the impending storm outside seemed unable to touch this place.

Charlotte sat alone in the courtyard, sipping that cup of green tea, attempting to clear her mind.

The situation had grown complicated, so she had to keep a clear head to manage all the nodes well, ensuring no mistakes.

On a spring night, the wind blew in, bringing with it petals as light as dreams, and a hint of musk.

Did Atlas Hallow arrive?

Is he nearby?

Charlotte slowly stood up, tightened the shawl around her shoulders, and stepped out of the courtyard gate.

The cobblestone path was smooth, and the lanterns depicting the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum cast circles of light in the alley. She followed the shadows of these lights, tracing that enchanting fragrance...

At the alley’s entrance was a parked car; the window was already rolled down. A man leaned one arm on the window, with long, distinctly articulated fingers holding a cigarette. His thin lips exhaled a smoke ring, enveloped in white mist, yet unable to blur his sharp, attractive features.

Even from a distance, she could see it—that pair of jet-black eyes, steeped in heaviness and sorrow...