Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Atlas, you head back to the hotel first. I’ll keep Avery company for a walk; she must be feeling down thinking about her parents,” Charlotte said worriedly, watching Avery’s departing figure, and stood up to follow her.

Seeing Charlotte’s hurried silhouette, Atlas couldn’t help but feel concerned, so he instructed Daniel to follow her.

With Daniel accompanying her, there’s much more security, while he still had some matters to discuss with Joshua.

The atmosphere on the street outside was oppressive and tense. A white van stopped at the hotel’s entrance, and as Avery walked out, the van’s door swung open, and the bodyguard following her rushed forward.

But what no one expected was a sudden surge of hundreds of people on the street, storming towards the hotel’s entrance, causing the situation to become utterly chaotic in an instant.

Daniel got swept into the crowd, struggling to reach Charlotte and Avery in front of him, frantically trying to get to them but there were too many people. He called Atlas, alerting him that these people were certainly up to no good.

Joshua’s appointed bodyguards, tasked with protecting Avery, were alarmed and shouted: ”Quickly inform Young Master Hughes, something’s happened...”

The bodyguards realized the situation was dire. Vincent, known for building such a large business empire, was certainly no fool, and Las Vegas was his turf; summoning hundreds of people was no big deal to him. They too squeezed through the crowd, unable to act due to the sheer number of people.

The small black figure they had been watching closely suddenly vanished, and the crowd cleared a path for the van, which made a sharp turn and sped away.

Charlotte rushed out, intending to grab Avery, but was pushed down by the mass of people, trampling over her as if they were horrifying monsters in a frenzy, stepping over her back, waist, and even her stomach...

Her breath was nearly suffocated; Charlotte struggled to get up, knowing she couldn’t remain lying there. A severe stampede like this could be deadly, but she didn’t want to die—she had no desire to die.

She still had Mia, her mommy, Luna, and even Atlas.

Pale sweat dripped from her forehead in beads. As she was about to close her eyes, she seemed to see Atlas.

Through the sweat and tears of intense pain, she saw Atlas charging out like a fierce leopard.

There were many people in his way, but he cut through them as if his fists were blind, landing savagely on anyone blocking his path to her.

Charlotte weakly waved at Atlas, but her vision suddenly plunged into darkness...

She lay on the ground less than ten meters ahead, yet separated by so many people. Atlas, in a frenzy, saw the small hand she had just gestured with being mercilessly trampled, the heartache so intense it felt it might rip open.

For the first time, he hated himself so deeply. These ten meters were the longest and most harrowing ten meters he had ever traversed.

Vincent had long planned this; to exit, one must go through this small flower hall, and with hundreds of people flooding in, substantial chaos could be caused.

But this chaos injured the woman he loved the most.

One was already injured, while the other, even more pitifully, had been kidnapped...

Avery was pushed to the side of the vehicle by the crowd, her nose suddenly sensing an elusive and chaotic scent. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her vision began to blur, as if floating like a feather. Before being dragged into the van, she realized she was in dreadful danger, and gradually slipped into a warm, illusory world.

No, she mustn’t fall asleep. Trying hard to pinch her thigh, she struggled to open her eyes, but it was useless; her long eyelashes drooped heavily.

The driver in the van turned to look at her, revealing a disgusting grin, with yellow teeth and lecherous eyes.

That gaze frightened her immensely; she tried to raise her hand to cover her nose, but her arms were so weak they wouldn’t lift, and tears fell, scalding, drop by drop.

”Young Master Hughes, there’s a problem. Just now hundreds of people rushed into the hotel entrance, scattering us and Miss Jane. She was taken by a white van, with the license plate number XXXXXXXX...”