Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Because a fleeting glance is certainly not enough, the person sitting opposite always wants to move behind her for a good look, which is truly distracting.

Avery Jane looked at those extremely fine straps and smiled with satisfaction.

On the same night, in the penthouse suite, Joshua Hughes stood by the window, gazing at the neon-lit city, as dazzling as a heavily made-up maiden. Not long ago, he had brought Avery Jane here to Las Vegas.

Staying here as well, he still remembers that time when he was released on bail from the police station. He hadn’t told her he was back, but when the elevator doors opened, he saw her running barefoot with an ivory smile from this very room.

He still recalls that moment of happiness, the moment he almost believed he owned the whole world.

And this sofa, where they had passionately entwined themselves, scenes like a movie playing out before him—the fervent kisses, intertwined limbs, her shuddering screams, clutching his shoulders tightly—all of it left him entranced and unable to extricate himself.

But all of this was like a foam on the sea, vanishing without a trace when the sun rises and shines upon it. He waits for the day she’ll return, but will she truly come back?

Will she leave him alone in the dark of night, waiting for dawn?

Atlas Hallow held two glasses of red wine, handing one to Joshua Hughes, unable to restrain his emotions.

He had always felt that Joshua was hiding something from Avery Jane, which was why he guarded Charlotte Miller like a thief, not realizing that Joshua never married Avery Jane, deceiving her for so long.

No wonder Avery Jane was determined to leave him.

”Boss, Mr. Parker is here.” Julian Carter politely knocked on the door from outside, then led Edward Parker inside.

Joshua Hughes specially invited Edward Parker over, as some matters are more reassuring to discuss face-to-face.

”I didn’t expect the two of you to come to Las Vegas again at the same time; you really have a connection with this place,” Edward greeted politely, looking at Joshua and Atlas, somewhat confused.

Joshua’s woman and Big Head George had a blood feud, but what did it have to do with Atlas?

But now he could further affirm Avery Jane’s unique position in Joshua’s heart.

With two days remaining until the competition, Joshua quietly arrived in Las Vegas, avoiding Avery Jane and merely staying in the same hotel.

Currently, Avery Jane has no idea that Joshua has arrived, nor does she know he’s secretly arranging everything for her.

This man really goes to great lengths for her...

”Has everything been arranged?” Within this Las Vegas territory, the arrangements naturally fall to Edward Parker, and he’s quite willing with this point.

”Yes, Young Master Hughes can rest assured.” Edward nodded, even if he hadn’t arranged it well, seeing the current scenario today—Joshua had booked the entire top floor, two rows of lean, fierce bodyguards made anyone wary to approach.

And his personal assistant is also a figure known for ruthlessness.

Clearly, he came prepared this time, not allowing any mistakes with Avery Jane; he even trusts there are guests with a shared purpose scattered across different floors of the hotel, all aimed at ensuring Joshua’s woman’s flawless safety.

Avery Jane certainly doesn’t know that now, if she goes shopping, there are at least dozens of bodyguards disguised as tourists silently following her, purely to ensure her safety in Las Vegas.

Of course, Atlas had long seen through all this, when Charlotte asked him to protect Avery Jane, he couldn’t help but smirk, Joshua almost protected Charlotte to perfection.

Because the grudge between Avery Jane and Big Head George was too deep, he merely stood by and watched; after all, having someone else avenge his enemy, why not relish in it?

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In these two days, Las Vegas has also become particularly lively, intertwined with a hint of tension.

Participants from around the world have all arrived, filling up Las Vegas hotels along with those here to watch the rare competition; securing a seat at the event has already become nearly impossible.

”Sister, are you nervous?” The sun has risen, heralding the start of a new day, Eliza Bell watched Avery Jane quietly don her new outfit: black pants, a white shirt, a black blazer, dignified and neat, exposing not an inch of her fine skin.