Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 339 - 195. What do you admire about him? Do you admire his stupidity?

"I don’t even know, what do you admire about him? His stupidity?" Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller standing before him, his voice growing colder. What’s so good about Jack Smith? So weak and frail, he seems like he can’t even take a punch. Especially with such intelligence, trying to switch to the business world backstage, really thinks the devouring business world is his concert stage, jump on it whenever he wants, sing whenever he pleases?

Ignorant of depth, oblivious to danger...

Charlotte Miller gave a faint smile but said nothing, nor did she make any move to resist.

In fact, from the moment she took the initiative to seek him out at the Hallow Clan, she had already lost.

No matter how justified you feel, it’s useless. In this world where only victory matters, sometimes reason seems thin and fragile.

Doesn’t Atlas Hallow understand this logic?

When Charlotte Miller took the initiative to find him, he knew he had already won. Seeing Charlotte’s face full of heartache and despair, the deep eyes spread a chilling smile, those smiles spilled from his gaze and enveloped Charlotte, like an invisible cage built around her, unable to break free.

"Actually, you should thank me for teaching you this logic all along, don’t you get it? In a confrontation, the one with more chips in hand is the victor," Atlas said while pulling off his tie and unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt, revealing a small patch of firm, deep wheat-colored skin, the rugged collarbone forming a strong visual impact.

Charlotte stood there like a statue, about a few minutes later, she slowly raised her hand, fingers like white jade pulling at the zipper, slowly inch by inch pulling it down. As the zipper went down, it felt like a death row inmate facing execution, each step filled with immense difficulty and despair.

Yet Charlotte still felt cold, knowing so little about Atlas Hallow and understanding even less about this realistic world.

Perhaps before, Ethan always let her live in simple data research, where she overcame countless unseen opponents, but didn’t know how to defeat real-life ones. Sometimes experience must come from disastrous life, and Atlas Hallow taught her the best lesson today.

The long-fiber carpet absorbed all her footsteps as she walked to Atlas Hallow’s side, Atlas took a deep breath, her aroma enveloping her in a dreamlike trance...

"Don’t be so reluctantly stubborn, you came to me yourself." Looking at Charlotte’s expressionless, cold, stiff appearance, Atlas’s tone was colder than winter snow, penetrating her heart, making her teeth gently tremble.

This is the cruelty of a man, yet how can she be proactive?

He likes proactivity; he could find another woman, surely Hailey Hill would be proactive, right?

His voice is cold, but his breath is scorching, blowing hot across her chest. Charlotte bit her lip, no tears on her face, but tears flowed into her heart.

How many women want to sit in the position of Atlas Hallow’s wife? How many women want to spend a night of passion with him? Yet this woman was so unwilling. Atlas’s handsome face became exceedingly grim; he wanted her heart, but to him, that heart is a priceless luxury even if he gives everything, he cannot obtain it.

So don’t bother at all.

He only wants her alluring body, just wants this woman to stay by his side.

He absolutely will not let go, even if it’s only this breathtaking body, he won’t release it.

Since the first moment at the marriage registration office seeing Charlotte’s eyes, he had already decided to keep her by his side forever.

How terrifying can a man be after a month’s abstinence?

She must give him children; he needs the bloodline of two people to forge a chain so Charlotte will never want to leave, and can never break free.

Charlotte woke up already returned to the Hallow family, not knowing the time, and barely opening her eyes to see the shimmering window curtains, suggesting it should be daytime, right?

She went to find Atlas Hallow in the morning; she should have slept long, yet it’s still not dark?

Feeling sore and swollen all over, every joint faintly aching as if being dismantled and reassembled.

Originally, Atlas Hallow was merciful, now she knows how cruel a man can be when he becomes ruthless.

The waist almost unable to straighten, almost crawling off the bed.

She needs to soak in hot water quickly; her whole body feels sticky and uncomfortable. That’s sweat from both him and her clung to her skin, yet she wants to drink water, eat something as her throat feels about to crack and her stomach aches with hunger. If she doesn’t eat something, she might faint in the water and then die in the bathroom, unnoticed.

When she powerlessly put on a nightdress, the bedroom door suddenly opened, Charlotte tensed up and turned to see Atlas Hallow in black.

"How was it? Did you sleep well?" Atlas’s voice was flat without fluctuation, lacking the gentleness seen in the office.

Whether good or bad, life goes on this way, asking was pointless.

Charlotte’s legs felt weak as she slowly walked towards the door, wanting to get downstairs to make some food.

As she passed by Atlas Hallow, he grabbed her forcefully, resulting in her whole body collapsing onto the carpet. Atlas looked down at her: "I can help you with whatever you need. You satisfied me, now it’s my turn to satisfy you, right? Fair?"

Such words sounded particularly piercing to Charlotte’s ears; satisfying him made her feel like his tool.

"But even if you don’t say it, I know what you want. Rest assured, with such a crazy body, you don’t care for yourself, I have to take good care of it." Atlas’s lips had a faint smile.

"Eat well, or how can your body cope with me?" He has many other tricks; what he shunned before now he wants her to taste, otherwise she wouldn’t know how he cherished her initially.

"These alluring lips make me wonder if they’ll be even more captivating when used?" Atlas looked at her lips, dry and red with cracking, murmuring. He forced himself not to pity this woman; Charlotte was heartless to him. Despite his exhausting efforts, her cruel rejection made her bear all the consequences.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte was shattered, face pale as paper. Has he not humiliated her enough?