Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 347 - 200 Divorce agreements delivered by the court
Ava Walker drank the last sip of red wine in her glass, as if swallowing a mouthful of hatred.
She wished that red wine was Charlotte Miller’s blood, only drinking her blood could ease her anger.
She furiously threw the wine glass onto the carpet, a cold smile on the corner of her lips. Whoever made her suffer momentarily, she would make suffer for a lifetime.
However, Charlotte Miller didn’t have that lifetime anymore; she’d have to kill Charlotte to soothe the hatred in her heart.
Besides, she wasn’t the only one filled with a murderous envy for Charlotte; Hailey Hill, too.
The five billion she demanded wasn’t much really, compared to the vast wealth of the Hallow Family; it was a mere fraction. She calculated that Kinsley Lee would surely give it to her, but obtaining it through what means was Ava’s own business.
On the other side of the phone, Kinsley Lee, far away in Europe, was already breaking out in a cold sweat from anxiety.
This matter was driving everyone close to insanity.
Ava Walker dared to brazenly demand five billion, but she wasn’t entirely wrong; if Atlas Hallow found out she was the one who played those recordings for Charlotte Miller, he’d surely expel her from the Hallow Family.
Atlas Hallow was always a misfit, even from childhood.
If that were to happen, she’d end up just like Ava Walker—destitute.
She could buy back her jewelry after selling it, but the problem was, she needed to return to her country urgently.
Atlas Hallow had his uncle inform her of this matter, clearly indicating he didn’t want her to go back, but according to Ava Walker’s timeline, she had to return.
She thought distancing herself from Atlas Hallow and Charlotte Miller by coming to Europe would resolve things, but unexpectedly, she still needed to go back once more.
Some of her jewelry was in the Hallow Family’s safe, others in the bank vault; she was the only one who knew the codes, and this wasn’t something she could entrust to others.
Moreover, finding buyers for those valuable pieces wasn’t an easy task in a short time.
Every piece of jewelry was incredibly valuable.
And to sell them cheaply, just like that? Kinsley Lee’s heart dripped like blood. Why did she embark on this course initially? Who knew Ava Walker would cling to her like sticky taffy, and she couldn’t shake her off?
Hopefully, this five billion would be the last time, yet handing that sum of money to Ava was no easy feat.
Meanwhile, Charlotte Miller was thinking of finding a way to go out and meet Jack Smith; she had been persistently attempting to call him but couldn’t get through.
She had no idea how Jack Smith was doing; recent news showed no traces of Jack Smith, as if he vanished from this world.
Charlotte Miller knew whereabouts Jack Smith’s studio was; she was determined to meet him face-to-face, compensate him with good projects to recover some losses.
Having stayed with the Hallow Family long enough led to wild speculations popping into her mind; hadn’t Atlas Hallow secretly erased him?
Charlotte Miller couldn’t wait any longer; for ten whole days, without any word from Jack Smith, she followed the lawyer’s advice and sent divorce papers to the civil court.
Charlotte Miller stood on the Hallow Family’s terrace, overlooking the vast garden. This was the most beautiful season of spring, yet the season of departure.
She quietly awaited the farewell, one expected to stir quite the waves before proceeding.
Every morning at Hallow Clan was monotonous: in and out guests, busy staff, one meeting after another, whereas Atlas Hallow perched at the pinnacle, orchestrating everything like a ruler commanding his army.
Numerous letters from lawyers had arrived; what big company was devoid of issues? But court summonses weren’t likely to be delivered here, the legal department sorted those out.
This was the first one placed before Atlas Hallow.
The entire legal team at Hallow Clan’s legal department dared not open the subpoena, only sending a secretary to deliver it to Daniel Parker.
"Assistant Parker, this is for President Hallow; find a moment to pass it on." The secretary handed over a registered court letter to Daniel Parker.
"There hasn’t been any litigation recently, has there? What is this?" Daniel Parker hadn’t heard of any commotion lately.
The legal department’s secretary awkwardly smiled: "Actually, it’s President Hallow’s personal matter; our department isn’t apt to handle it. Lawyer Parker particularly made a call asking about it, and court personnel mentioned the President’s wife filed for divorce—that’s probably notification of the hearing date..." They dared not open it, but could infer what it contained.
Daniel Parker’s face turned green upon hearing.
What was this? Expected to pass this inside?
What was Charlotte Miller up to, actually initiating a divorce proceeding? And this court summons brazenly sent to the Hallow Clan for all to see?
Daniel Parker regarded the thin file envelope as if staring at a death warrant.
Sending this inside might truly be deadly; he didn’t understand what was wrong with his employer.
Atlas Hallow was arguably unmatched in appearance—not an average out of thousands; business thrived unimaginably; what was Charlotte Miller dissatisfied with?
Could the boss have an affliction affecting his manhood? Unlikely, there had been a child already, and the boss was in good health, then what was it for?
None of this was for an assistant like him to ponder much; the document still had to be swiftly sent, facing it or turning away—all the same; Daniel Parker prepared to slip out before Atlas Hallow erupted.
Otherwise, if anger built up, likely he’d suffer inner injury.
Atlas Hallow was handling files; Charlotte Miller’s recent calmness struck him. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Due to the hospital incident, she even stopped using the computer; she could surmise he had recovered her deleted records, thus uncovered her true reason for the hospital visit.
She safeguarded step by step; he dismantled each move.
Atlas Hallow sealed a file, closing his eyes with a resigned smile; perhaps this was good too, at least she was still by his side, wasn’t she?
When did his expectations lower this much?
Daniel Parker’s hand knocked twice on Atlas Hallow’s office door, then entered.
"Here is something from the court; take a look. I’m heading out for a bit." Daniel Parker didn’t linger; he placed the big court envelope on Atlas Hallow’s desk during his words.
Slipping away was best—if the boss really flared up, it could injure deeply.
The canvas shifted; in contrast to Atlas Hallow’s emptiness in the vast office while working, Charlotte Miller relaxing under the garden’s sun felt much more comforting.
Not knowing how long she’d stay there, but certain about not returning to the Hallow Family upon leaving; thus she had the housekeeper prepare a comfortable afternoon tea in the garden.
The lawyer had informed her that today the registered letter from the court would reach Hallow Clan.
Charlotte Miller transformed—from initial anxious bouts into ultimate tranquility.
What was bound to come must come; fear accomplished nothing; she couldn’t skip seeking freedom because of fear, could she?
With closed eyes, sunshine pierced gently between her robe, as though penetrating her body, attempting to dispel the cold—warm and cozy, how delightful...
Charlotte Miller nearly drifted to sleep when her phone’s ringtone jolted her awake.
Perhaps Atlas Hallow was calling to scold her, but then, considering he wasn’t such a man, he’d scold personally, wouldn’t he?
Picking up her phone, unexpectedly it was Jack Smith’s number, the one she persistently dialed without response.
Such a coincidence? Today as Atlas Hallow received the registered court letter for her divorce application, Jack Smith resurfaced after many days absent.
"Charlotte Miller, are you looking for me...?"
Jack Smith’s voice on the phone seemed so distant, melancholic, and somewhat worried.
"I apologize, Jack Smith; this time you got dragged in as well. Once I attain freedom, I’ll assist you with more projects, but now you must leave here for a while, preferably go abroad..." Charlotte Miller swiftly conveyed her intent to Jack Smith; she disliked working ambiguously.
Through the garden’s grand arch, behind marble pillars, a man emerged in black attire, his aura enveloped in darkness; under his steps, plush grass seemed ensconced in ice, chill and sinister...
