Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 335 - 194 How can your mood improve?_2
Charlotte Miller walked into the wardrobe and picked out a simple white dress, which was very straightforward as it only required pulling up a zipper, but also a bit risky since it would expose her if unzipped. She, therefore, paired it with a shawl and a clutch, and hurriedly left the bedroom.
The driver was already prepared when she went downstairs, and she no longer needed to tell the driver where to go because Atlas Hallow must have mentioned that if she needed to go out, the destination would only be the Hallow Clan.
The Hallow Family’s driver drove at his usual steady pace, and upon arriving at the Hallow Clan, Charlotte walked with her head down towards the CEO’s private elevator. The busy business atmosphere was unmistakably present, spreading to every corner, but Charlotte had no time to care about it, nor did she want to speculate about the astronomical figures of agreements and transactions made every day here. How could she become stronger than this man?
The more powerful the Hallow Clan became, the more anxious she felt, because defeating Atlas Hallow meant she had to first take down this massive corporate structure.
The elevator took her directly to the top floor CEO’s office.
Charlotte walked into Atlas Hallow’s office with a belly full of discomfort, only to find that he was unexpectedly absent from his office. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Daniel Parker, coming out of the conference room to fetch a document, saw Charlotte rushing through the door from a distance.
He quickly came over, greeted Charlotte, and whispered, "Ma’am, President Hallow is having a meeting in the conference room, but he instructed that if you arrived, you should wait in the office for him."
He had already instructed this; how did he know she would come?
A chilling sensation swept over Charlotte; he had anticipated her arrival, yet she hadn’t called him in advance, nor had she made any moves in the past few days.
This man is truly terrifying. Even when not around, he can guess what she plans to do.
He is skilled at reading minds; his eyes can see through varying distances into her inner thoughts, which makes Charlotte feel he is genuinely dangerous.
"Could you please wait a while in the office, ma’am? Would you like coffee or tea?" Charlotte was a peculiar presence on this floor, her identity constantly shifting, either being Atlas Hallow’s assistant or his wife, prompting Daniel Parker to change his form of address accordingly.
Abigail Miller smiled and said, "Assistant Parker, I can manage myself. No need to be so polite."
Daniel Parker made a gesture of allowing her to take her time, then politely retreated.
The large office was left with only Charlotte, who stood in the middle and surveyed the office.
His office featured clean and simple lines, with hardly any complex designs. The vast, transparent floor-to-ceiling window created an illusion of being mid-air, standing beside it, one would feel as if overseeing all beings.
Atlas Hallow enjoyed towering above others, in line with his personality.
Charlotte slowly walked to his desk, noticing his suit casually draped on the chair. The man feared not the cold; even in low temperatures, a mere shirt seemed sufficient for warmth.
In this spot, how many decisions had he made, including signing agreements, controlling certain indices rising and falling, and even instructing that someone as unbacked as Jack Smith be rendered helpless in the entertainment circle? All were his doing.
Standing here and looking at his position, images of Atlas Hallow in this chair surfaced in her mind.
Focused on work, the contours of his face appeared firm and solemn, revealing no emotions. He was a man who valued time and efficiency greatly, requiring senior managers reporting to him to present the simplest and most accurate data to satisfy him. Sometimes his fingers would tap the desk rhythmically, as if warning these managers against any mistakes, a frightening psychological hint that always made them nervous, especially when a tap landed with extra weight, cold sweat would break out in fear.
