Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

At least Charlotte Miller had waited long enough, happiness was right at her fingertips, within reach.

”You’ll get there too.” Charlotte put down her phone and whispered.

She listened closely, in the silent air, it seemed as if the deep, magnetic voice of Atlas Hallow echoed repeatedly, saying: I... miss you...

It wasn’t until dawn broke and she saw Annie Gray asleep that Charlotte curled up on the sofa and closed her eyes.

There was still some time to rest; after three hours of sleep, she had to go to the company to handle some matters. Over there, Atlas had hired a professional caretaker, and Annie now was just too weak from blood loss. After two days of observation in the hospital, she could be discharged without any major concerns.

But before she could complete her three-hour sleep, her phone rang, waking her up.

Seeing it was a call from Rogers, was something wrong at this time? Or was it that Rogers’ grandmother was no longer holding on?

Charlotte’s heart tightened, and her tongue felt a bit numb. When she answered the phone, she unexpectedly felt a sense of nervousness.

”Charlotte, can you come back? I need you...” Rogers’ voice came through the line, carrying a low, sad helplessness.

The day had finally come. Charlotte was startled for a moment, then quickly said, ”Of course, I’ll book a flight immediately, I’ll be there by tomorrow. Do I need to prepare anything?”

”I’ve already prepared everything, Charlotte, I’m really sorry, I didn’t want this, but...” Rogers’ apology made Charlotte feel even worse. This was something she was willing to do from the start.

”It’s not your fault, Rogers.” Charlotte stood up, walked to the window, and took a deep breath of the cold air. Her gentle voice rose like warm water waves: ”It’s not your fault, nor is it Grandmother’s. What we can do is silently pray and wait for the arrival of a great and forgiving era.”

Rogers’ choice of orientation wasn’t wrong, and when Charlotte heard Rogers apologize, it hurt her heart.

Rogers was a gentle, humorous, and caring young man, yet his world of emotions puzzled many people, just like his grandmother, who was a very devout, stubborn traditional Christian and couldn’t accept such things at all.

Grandmother Mary was already at the end of her lifespan, and her wish was to see the day Rogers held a wedding.

Rogers never wanted to do this because marrying a woman would hurt many people, which was why he initially came up with the temporary solution of getting engaged.

Charlotte was prepared in her heart. Whenever needed, she would accompany Rogers to walk into the hall, after all, she hadn’t yet re-encountered Atlas Hallow then, and Mia needed a father too. She thought this arrangement was perfect.

Now she couldn’t afford to think so much; time waited for no one. She couldn’t let Grandmother Mary leave this world with regrets.

”Annie, I have to go back to the United States immediately for something important. I’m relying on you for the company affairs.” Charlotte deliberately emphasized the word ’relying’. She wasn’t a cruel exploiter trying to squeeze Annie’s labor under such circumstances, but having something to do at this time would keep her busy and prevent her from worrying too much about bothersome things.

”Don’t worry about me, really, I’ll be fine.” Annie nodded, feeling a little weak, but she could still handle a business matter well.

”By the way, I’m leaving two people for you, unless you agree, no one will do anything to you.” Charlotte said while rushing to book a flight ticket and instructed Annie.

She was worried that Joseph Shaw might continue to harass Annie. Atlas Hallow had assigned two people, and it was best now to have them protect Annie. Moreover, she also needed to instruct Atlas, at least during her absence, nothing should go wrong.

”Don’t worry about me really, he shouldn’t dare bother me anymore.” Actually, Annie was more afraid of facing Hart Hodge than of Joseph Shaw.

This incident had wounded her deeply, and it was just as damaging for Hart Hodge. He was the one most hurt.

He had accepted that the woman he was going to marry had once sold her body for money, but Joseph Shaw cruelly showed him all those photos, letting Hart Hodge see with his own eyes the disgusting way the woman he wanted to marry had sold her body for money. She described herself as disgusting, which was truly not an exaggeration, because those images were indeed disgusting to her.