Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

When the heart was still in Atlas Hallow’s hands, it was strong and powerful, but now it seems to be precarious.

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”Amir, be honest with me, why is the whole Hallow Clan almost emptied out, where’s the money? The money?” After all sorts of refinancing, the company is facing a cash flow crisis, something Flix Hallow hadn’t foreseen.

Amir sat in Flix Hallow’s office, a place he had visited many times before, when it was his cousin’s office.

He sat coldly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, white smoke curling out as he spoke in a low voice: ”I don’t care about the company’s affairs; you know that.”

”It’s impossible. He moved so much money; he must have told you. You two hold absolute control together, so he definitely informed you. Now you must testify against him, he embezzled Hallow Clan’s money. I want to sue him, must sue him to death...” Flix Hallow was nearly losing his mind.

He brought in money from Las Vegas’s underground lenders, and through Big Head George’s introduction, also brought in money from the Mexicans, promising great returns after swallowing Hallow Clan, but when the financial statements came out, he discovered it was a terrible shell company.

If he couldn’t produce the money, those people wouldn’t hesitate to kill, he might really end up dead.

”Sue for what? He didn’t embezzle Hallow Clan’s money. You also said we have absolute control. I agreed with everything he did; what worth is suing?” Amir said indifferently; no one could understand how heartbroken he was, how deeply he resented his parents.

”You actually didn’t warn me first, you traitorous son...” Flix Hallow was so furious that he was about to spit blood, unable to understand how his own son could help outsiders force him into a dead end.

”If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first. You have more than one son, so when you die, don’t bother notifying me. You won’t lack someone to send you off after all.” The Hallows had a unique ruthlessness unmatched by anyone when they truly became merciless, Amir couldn’t stand his father’s selfishness to a cold-blooded extent.

He didn’t want to deal with these issues; his father’s life or death would depend on his own fate.

”Traitor, traitor...” Flix Hallow gasped heavily, almost as if his blood was about to flow backwards out of his body.

Hoping to ride out this financial storm, but cooking the books is a skill, and Atlas Hallow could definitely see through it.

Charlotte Miller’s slut sister was at the casino that day, coincidentally, he was also there discussing Hallow Clan’s matters; after talks, when he went to play a few rounds, Luna Miller was just at the next table, chatting with a man she was playing with, talking about buying gifts for her niece; she said even if Atlas Hallow gave her daughter a diamond hair clip, it wouldn’t compare to any small thing she gifted.

Her cheerful demeanor irritated him; Big Head George mentioned playing a trick on her if displeased, a few cards slipped into the pocket of her trench coat, and three fingers were chopped off, while he watched from afar.

Big Head George said if Atlas Hallow dared to come to Las Vegas, they’d ensure he couldn’t leave, turning the Hallow Clan completely theirs.

Unexpectedly, Atlas Hallow visited once, yet returned unharmed.

Frustrated and conflicted, Amir smoked one after another, looking at the pile of documents on the desk; even a short skirt on the secretary seemed less pleasing to him.

There wasn’t anyone capable in the Hallow Clan anymore.

These people were all veterans under Atlas Hallow, now even too lazy to attend meetings, it was simply unbearable yet impossibly difficult to replace them all at once, such drastic changes would frighten the stock market, destabilizing prices.

”I can’t do anything now whether I’ve lost control, didn’t you say you were so capable? Then why don’t you abduct Atlas Hallow’s daughter; she’s his precious, having her would make him easy to control, wouldn’t it?” Flix Hallow had no patience for the phone call from Las Vegas.

He wanted to curse people, vexed to curse.

Originally believing holding the most wealth would lead to a more exciting life, the admiration would be more pleasurable, but the current Hallow Clan was like an out-of-control train, impossible to steer.

”If in two months, you can’t deliver the promised returns to the Mexicans, you’ll die, and as the one who facilitated this, I’d die too,” the man’s eyes across the phone line seemed blood-red with fury.

Avery Jane returned, Joshua Hughes returned, so did Atlas Hallow and Charlotte Miller, restoring Las Vegas to calm.

But this calm was the most uneasy, brewing a terrifying storm.

Las Vegas was about to change...

This time, either they died or he died, it’s best if those people all died off.

”Are you dead or something? Can’t you abduct his daughter? Do you need me to come from Las Vegas to take her?” Big Head George’s tone was already very unpleasant, regretting aligning with such a fool.

Initially thinking someone daring enough to harm his own brother should be capable of great things, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be all show without substance.

Other than cutting the brake lines, he couldn’t do anything worthwhile.

”Atlas Hallow is extremely vigilant, his daughter lives with the Foster Family; how could I act? Foster Five is a freak, those seemingly ancient villas are all equipped with the most advanced security systems, intruders would be instantly discovered.”

The situation became increasingly complex, more people getting involved, giving them all headaches.

Atlas Hallow’s daughter?

Big Head George vigorously rubbed his flushed, bulbous nose, taking a strong, deep breath; she definitely couldn’t remain.

The clouds at the horizon pressed closer, the storm was approaching, right in front of their eyes...