Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Alexander King only realized today that he didn’t know his wife at all. His wife had quietly taken him down and was now celebrating with someone else, enjoying the fruits of victory.

Yet he was still like a fool, thinking that if she asked him for help, he might consider making concessions.

Everyone said Alexander King was steady, precise, and ruthless, but his wife had just given him the best lesson.

”It’s nothing, really. There’s no such thing as a sure thing in this world. Let’s implement the backup plan.”

At this moment, Alexander King was utterly incomprehensible to Henry Brown.

He waved his hand, signaling Henry Brown to leave.

Alexander King picked up his phone and dialed Nora Thompson.

”Nora, are you coming home tonight?”

It was time to have a good talk with her; sometimes, being open and honest isn’t a bad thing, and his wife is very smart.

”Do you need something?” The voice on the other end was still soft yet sultry.

”Yeah, just wanted to talk to you.” He looked out at the sky through the floor-to-ceiling window—gray, without a cloud in sight. Maybe it was time for a vacation, Tahiti Spot sounded nice.

”Alright, I’ll come back after dinner.” She said simply, and then hung up.

Nora Thompson was not someone who avoided problems.

Abel Chase noticed her distracted demeanor and quietly asked, ”Charlotte, do you have something on your mind?”

She hadn’t eaten much. She remembered back in school, she loved to eat dumplings and would always go far to China Town for them.

But today, she didn’t seem to have any appetite.

”No, but thank you for today, Abel.” She looked at Abel Chase and smiled gently. This had been the happiest thing for her these past few days.

”Charlotte, I would accept any conditions you set. Charlotte, I like seeing you smile.” Behind Abel Chase’s gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes revealed his feelings. She was not oblivious.

”Abel, I’m already married.” She lowered her head with a sigh; how she wished she loved him instead.

”Charlotte, I didn’t mean anything by it, so don’t carry any burdens. I just purely want you to be a bit happier. It’s getting late, let me take you back. I’ve been flying all day and I’m tired.” Abel Chase was very gentlemanly; she had deeply experienced this when studying in the United Kingdom.

”No need, I’ll have the driver pick me up. You should rest early too; we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She watched Abel Chase’s young and candid face approach, gave him a light hug, saying, ”Welcome back, Abel. Welcome to fighting alongside me.”

With that, she waved at him and left the dumpling shop.

The night was as thick and rich as ink, with only a scattering of stars twinkling above.

In truth, this battle, which had been destined to end before it started, had predetermined her as the victor.

She was well aware of Abel Chase’s feelings, but she wouldn’t stoop so low as to exploit it. However, in terms of impressions, she was far ahead of the King Clan.

Besides, she offered a tempting enough deal that few could refuse such a humane contract.

She had done her utmost to maintain the Chase Clan’s dignity, and her offered shares exceeded their original value, provided this new company could operate smoothly.

Inside the apartment, the warm amber lighting made the entire living room lively and cozy.

Red wine was breathing on the table, and when Alexander King saw her return, he smiled, his grin a gentle spring breeze on her dazzled eyes.

She dressed very specially today, a brown sweater with a shirt collar peeking out from the round sweater neckline, white enough to make one’s heart race, a large checkered skirt, and a pair of matching little leather shoes, as clean as a newly enrolled schoolgirl, exuding a strong academy vibe.

”You’re back.”

Alexander King pulled her hand and sat her down on the sofa, his slender and defined fingers picked up the wine bottle, and poured the enchanting ruby-like liquid into the crystal goblet.

”Let’s celebrate, I heard you signed Hayward today.” He handed over the wine glass.

”Just in time.” Alexander King took a sip, his gaze profound and long as he looked at her.

”Thank you, although it was quite an unfair victory.” She sat on the sofa, bowing her head; even the strongest heart couldn’t withstand so many years of affection.

Women’s emotions are blind.

”Does Abel Chase like you?” Actually, he didn’t even need to ask. The moment Abel Chase signed the contract without hesitation, he probably hadn’t even looked at the contract terms.

”Maybe, we’re schoolmates, and we knew each other back home, so when in the United Kingdom, he took good care of me.”

Nora Thompson never intended to hide such a relationship because there was nothing she couldn’t tell him. What she wanted was a clean, pure affection. Even if theirs was merely a ridiculous marriage in name only, she still wanted him to know their relationship.