Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 189 - 123 Are you playing double-crossing?_3
The elders of those noble families all had flushed faces, seemingly full of energy, their voices particularly loud as if afraid he wouldn’t hear them.
"You know, if it continues like this, there will be a chain reaction. Several subsidiaries of the group are already starting to fall. Is it really worth it for Atlas to go this far for a woman? As a man, you could have any woman you want..."
"Yes, we must think of a way. How about this: first hold a press conference, then pay more compensation to make Charlotte leave the Hallow Clan. I’m sure that if these steps are taken, the stock price can be stabilized, at least it won’t keep falling like this..."
The market value of the Hallow Clan is terrifying; even a slight drop can sway the entire market and cause a chain reaction. But none of this concerned Atlas Hallow. He sat there sipping his coffee, a chilling coldness in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth.
"Isn’t this what you wanted to see? If you dare speculate on such things, you should be aware of the consequences. I thought you knew the consequences already, that’s why you had the guts to do it. Besides, it’s not just your shares falling. Remember, my shares are the largest; my losses aren’t any less than yours." The words spilled from his thin lips lightly, yet only added fuel to the fire for those who heard them.
He was more than willing to lose money to let his woman play around, but others were not.
"That’s your woman. You can always find some compensation from her when you lose money, right? So if we lose money, does that mean we can also fool around with her?" One middle-aged man, a peer in the Hallow Clan, couldn’t hold his anger. He rushed to Atlas Hallow’s desk, loudly mocking him.
Suddenly, the temperature in the entire office began to plummet, the air turning unbearably frigid, suffocatingly so.
Without any warning, Atlas Hallow stood up. Before anyone could react, he swung a fierce punch, accompanied by a sound like a mandible cracking. The middle-aged man cried out in pain and fell heavily onto the carpet.
Atlas, his demeanor heavy with icy hostility, emerged from behind the desk. Before the middle-aged man could rise, Atlas grabbed his tie, his glance piercing the man’s heart like icy shards, causing unbearable pain: "If there are any more words like that, I guarantee you won’t be able to open your mouth for the rest of your life..." Atlas whispered dangerously into the man’s ear without the need to shout.
All eyes were on the person Atlas had punched to the ground. His jaw seemed deformed, swelling rapidly, and his lips bled ceaselessly from the rupture. It was apparent that Atlas wasn’t just a business whiz; his punch was frighteningly hard, making him a truly ruthless character.
"Isn’t this the outcome you all wanted? Afraid already when the drop is just this little? Take some medicine if your heart can’t take it over the next couple of days. Otherwise, if a few more stockholders get scared to death, it won’t just be a minor drop." Atlas stood, his gaze sweeping across everyone’s faces, a meaningful smile making their blood run cold.
"Atlas, we didn’t handle this matter appropriately, but you still need to think of a solution." No one expected Atlas to be so relentless, willing to ignore the company’s stock price for a woman. It seemed they had underestimated the influence of Charlotte Miller.
"Whoever manipulated this matter, go find them to solve it." Atlas’s thin lips parted slightly, dropping this remark, which caused an uproar among everyone.
"Ava Walker is also the Young Madam of the Hallow Family. How do we know if you aren’t playing some double-cross game with her?" Someone couldn’t hold back any longer and jumped out to exclaim loudly...
