Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 332 - 193 The Man Who Tore Off the Mask of Gentleness_3
At this moment, the ringtone of Charlotte Miller’s phone pierced through the suffocating silence.
Charlotte felt uneasy under Atlas Hallow’s gaze, anxiously rummaging through her handbag to retrieve her phone.
Glancing at the number, she saw it was Jack Smith calling.
She herself was unsure, whether out of fear or something else, but instinctively she glanced at Atlas Hallow before preparing to swipe to answer the call.
Suddenly, her hand was pinned down. Atlas, who had been standing there, swiftly caught her hand like lightning and snatched the phone from her.
"What are you doing, Atlas Hallow?" Charlotte exclaimed, her face paling, struggling to retrieve her phone.
But both of her hands were tightly constrained by one of Atlas’s hands, rendering her immobile like a clamp, and after seeing the caller ID, his face darkened, his horrifying gaze quickly turning icy.
He glanced at Charlotte, taking in her panicked expression, and terrible anger was visible in his deep eyes.
"Atlas Hallow, this is my personal matter, you can’t do this," Charlotte’s teeth chattered with cold, not knowing what Atlas might do next because his gaze was terrifying.
With his jaw set firm, he swiped to answer despite Charlotte’s struggles.
From the other end of the phone came Jack Smith’s low and cheerful voice: "Hello Charlotte, thank you so much for attending the concert the other day. Today is my last day here. I’ll be joining the cast tomorrow, so I wanted to say goodbye. Do you have time today?"
Atlas had pressed hands-free, so she could hear Jack Smith’s polite voice clearly from the phone.
Her face grew paler, biting her lip as she looked at Atlas, his thin lips curled slightly with a hint of cold smile as he looked at her, then he slowly spoke word by word: "My wife does not have time today and won’t have time in the future either." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Charlotte’s face was pale, her long eyelashes fluttering like fragile, wounded butterfly wings. She realized she had no strength left for resistance or struggle. Atlas was right in saying that if she wasn’t stronger than him, she had no qualification to say anything or make any demands.
On the other end, Jack Smith’s breathing could be heard faintly. He was probably silent for a few seconds before he softly spoke: "Mr. Hallow, please don’t misunderstand. I know Charlotte only because of Luna Miller."
Jack Smith was at a loss for how to explain further, feeling Atlas Hallow’s overwhelming anger even across the phone waves.
Atlas had no interest in listening anymore. What was Jack Smith to him? He coldly hung up the call.
Charlotte struggled slightly as she looked at Atlas, only feeling that his grip was so tight, it almost felt like her wrist was about to be broken.
Atlas loosened his grip, her gaze falling on her wrist, where welts formed from being tightly held by his large hand.
Charlotte weakly lifted her eyes, glanced at her wrist, seemingly broken into two segments, without the strength to even wipe away the cold sweat trickling down her forehead due to the pain.
She watched Atlas’s tall figure with her eyes wide open, his voice and the powerful aura he exuded, along with enough destructiveness, poured out and enveloped him, making him seem insignificant.
She had never witnessed Atlas Hallow’s cruelty before, and perhaps this was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Even Ethan Baird had mentioned before that Atlas Hallow was not simple.
A nameless fear washed over her like an overwhelming tide, a fear of potentially more harm she might suffer in the future, but mostly, fear from never truly knowing this man.
How blind was her love from the beginning? Or was it just infatuation? She could no longer tell.
She gently rubbed her hand, Atlas looked at her silent demeanor, smiled faintly, reached out his fingers to grip her pointed chin, compelling Charlotte to meet his gaze, leaving all her expressions exposed.
"Be good, don’t see him anymore, okay?" Atlas said as he spoke, his voice and gaze changed.
His gaze was as gentle as ever, his voice richer and more melodious.
The smile in the man’s eyes was so profound, yet in Charlotte’s view, it seemed utterly dark.
