Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 333 - 193 The Man Who Tore Off the Mask of Gentleness_4
Would Atlas Hallow, dressed impeccably, suddenly shed this veneer of civility and transform into the most terrifying, bloodthirsty Beast in the next second?
Charlotte Miller looked at him, lost in thought.
When she loved him before, there was a trace of curiosity, feeling he was full of mystery. But now, it seemed all those feelings had vanished completely. She hated him for deceiving her, yet feared how he might terribly hurt her. This made Charlotte act like a frightened little creature, careful and cautious in all her movements.
The entire top floor was encased in massive floor-to-ceiling glass, and all the light pouring through the windows fell upon Charlotte’s face.
Even the sunlight loves to favor a beauty.
It was a kind of mesmerizing, soul-stirring beauty...
Her skin, snow-white and delicate, appeared as translucent as egg whites under the sunlight. She was the woman he adored with an exquisite visage, and all this beauty belonged to him.
Love was too luxurious, and though he fought with all his might, he couldn’t possess it. So he chose to own the beautiful flesh instead. Atlas Hallow coldly sneered at himself deep in his heart, using this to disguise the pain that felt like being torn apart.
Enthralled by her small face, he lightly brushed his fingers across her snow-white skin, then lowered them to her lips, saying softly, "You must never associate with him again. The only man you can contact is me..."
He had finally torn apart all disguises, revealing the horrifying side of a dictator.
Charlotte struggled to breathe, but all the air she inhaled was filled with his scent. She resisted this kind of breathing, yet how could she possibly defy him?
The man seemed to have a pair of eyes that could see into human hearts, as if peering into her depths at once.
"You are my woman, and in this life, you must only be my woman. If you dare cuckold me, believe me, you’ll wish you’d never been born..." Atlas Hallow pinched her chin, speaking each word slowly, every word like a nail driven straight into Charlotte’s heart.
His meaning, if stated simply, would make her life a living hell?
Then let’s give it a try, but she needed enough patience to keep maneuvering with this man.
The driver took Charlotte back to the Hallow Family’s villa, his face serene.
This was quite normal, after all, he was paid by Atlas Hallow, and of course, he was going to do Hallow’s bidding. She had no right to blame the driver for delivering her to the Hallow Clan.
All that Atlas Hallow said made her think he was a madman, except for one sentence that was correct; if you’re not stronger than him, then don’t bother negotiating.
Become stronger than him? That seemed an impossible challenge.
Atlas Hallow sat in the office, stretching his long legs as he called Daniel Parker inside: "There’s something for you to handle..."
She didn’t come to bring him lunch, so he had ways to get her to make it and coax him into eating.
Start by playing small, and if he still couldn’t subdue her, he could play a bigger game.
That’s how things happened, and everyone found it inexplicably puzzling.
Jack Smith’s movie inexplicably halted its release right before its premiere, and all planned roadshows were canceled. The film production company asked around but couldn’t find any information, leaving everyone almost maddened with anxiety.
Presale tickets were refunded; yet another hurdle before its release, already sentencing the film to death at the box office, no matter if it would eventually screen. Everyone suffered losses, but Jack Smith lost the most heavily.
His own studio also took part in the minimum guarantee distribution gamble, and now the entire board had collapsed.
The initial explanation was that some content in the movie was unsuitable for release, but later on, it became gradually clear that the truth was far from that.
Everything was aimed squarely at Jack Smith.
Not only was the movie starring Jack Smith troubled, even several advertising contracts he was close to securing were suddenly canceled.
In the new film shoot, mishaps continued to occur, culminating in a minor yet significant fire. Although there were no casualties, many costumes and props were burned, causing severe losses to the crew. The ancient attire needed for the film was especially unique, designed by masters, with hundreds of embroiderers working on them for months; it wasn’t just money that was lost, but they didn’t have time to remake them either.
Jack Smith became like a disaster; anywhere he was, any matters he touched, would turn terrifying...
