Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

No matter how capable he was, there was always someone in this world who would leave him helpless.

Just like now, he no longer knew how to describe his mood.

Today, he was discussing some matters with his lawyer, who had also brought a few lawyer friends. They were chatting about some recent notable financial cases, and as they were having a harmonious discussion in the cigar room, one of the lawyers’ phone rang.

Gathered there were all renowned lawyers, and the one whose phone rang was the chief lawyer of Hayward Branch, working for Charlotte Miller.

Atlas Hallow didn’t pay much mind at first, thinking it was probably a domestic call from a wife checking up on her husband at this hour. He didn’t expect the lawyer’s expression to turn grave and announced he had to excuse himself.

Of course, the lawyer was aware of the past between Charlotte Miller and Atlas Hallow, so he mentioned briefly, ”There’s an issue at the company, I’ll take my leave first.”

The lawyer from Charlotte’s company knew he shouldn’t speak directly; that would be very impolite. Legally speaking, Charlotte and Atlas were now two unrelated free individuals, and it wasn’t convenient for him to reveal more. Smart people should understand the implication of what he said.

Atlas’ eyes darkened slightly—what was the company issue?

Considering it was Charlotte’s company, it certainly wouldn’t have any matters needing a lawyer at this hour; could it be that something happened to her?

But the people he had sent reported nothing, which puzzled Atlas Hallow.

If they didn’t call, he could just call and ask directly.

Logically, at this hour, Charlotte should be asleep, right?

She was quite a sleepyhead. When she didn’t get enough sleep, she tended to have a bit of a temper in the morning.

While he was dialing, Charlotte was just being sent to the emergency room for debridement.

The bodyguard looked at the phone number displayed on the screen, exchanged glances with others, but couldn’t avoid answering, hurriedly sliding to accept the call. They’d have to report to Young Master Hallow eventually; if Charlotte got angry, it would be bad, but if they didn’t tell him, Young Master Hallow would be even angrier.

So, they chose to tell him after all. When Young Master Hallow lost his temper, it was more than anyone could bear.

”Young Master Hallow...” The bodyguard answered the phone, his voice somewhat nervous, as though his vocal cords hadn’t fully opened, dry and anxious.

”Where is she?” A ghostly cold voice transmitted through the line, making the night even more profound...

”Miss Miller is in the hospital right now. It’s just a minor injury, the doctors are handling it.” The bodyguard observed the injury didn’t seem too severe, probably just a bit painful but not life-threatening; she hadn’t even passed out, so it could be considered a minor injury.

Minor injury, yet in the hospital? When the bodyguard uttered those words, it was like a drop of water sizzling in a hot oil pan in Atlas Hallow’s heart—exploding instantly.

She was hurt, no matter how minor, he couldn’t sit still, but how did it happen? In the dead of night?

Moreover, the injury even required a lawyer, was there a fight? At this hour, who would end up needing a hospital and police intervention without needing a lawyer?

He had assigned two people to her; could they still lose a fight?

”I have something to attend to first, enjoy yourselves.” Atlas Hallow swiftly stood up, and after Charlotte’s company lawyer left, he departed as well, leaving these famous lawyers a bit puzzled.

The night wind was a bit strong, yet Atlas Hallow drove with the window down, letting the cold breeze blow in to try calming his somewhat agitated mood. He didn’t even know the extent of her injuries.

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In the emergency room, Charlotte Miller was lying prone on the examination bed, the doctor on duty tonight was a male.

”It will hurt a bit, but it will be over soon...” Having treated too many intoxicated and car accident cases this evening, this bright and beautiful woman was indeed unprecedented.

There were five small shards of glass embedded in her back, likely from something like a wineglass, but this girl carried an impeccable aura and didn’t seem like a woman tainted with the worldly dust from nightclub life. She appeared well-educated and genuinely elegant.

The scent of antiseptics lingered in the hospital, a smell she was familiar with, having spent a total of nine months in a hospital before.

Charlotte lay quietly, nodding slightly, and whispered, ”It’s okay.”

It wasn’t that she wasn’t afraid of pain, but fear served no purpose; she would have to endure it once anyway, much like many things in life. This made her think of Annie Gray—she already had no way out; however, she always thought it was better to leave earlier than later. She even saw Annie’s barely perceptible bulging cheeks as she nibbled on lobster—how much restraint was she exerting?