Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 377 - 209 Are you afraid I’ll eat you or something_5
Ethan Baird pushed the documents in his hand in front of Atlas Hallow and continued speaking, "I’ll get straight to the point. We want to terminate these contracts. There are a total of four. Take a look and see if you have any comments."
Atlas Hallow sneered, his thin lips exuding a cold yet elegant aura.
He spoke in a low voice, "Can you unilaterally terminate these? Do you think doing business with me is a game? Even kids playing games are more responsible than this."
Ethan Baird wasn’t angry at all and shrugged nonchalantly, "Of course we can. If you’re unwilling to negotiate a termination, we can take it to court."
This was the final step, but going to court takes too much time. Cases like these can sometimes drag on for one or two years without a verdict.
"Is that your decision?" Although Atlas Hallow seemed to be speaking to Ethan Baird, his gaze undisguisedly landed on Charlotte Miller’s face.
The slender and graceful woman sitting across from him stiffened slightly, her watery eyes meeting Atlas Hallow’s.
She said clearly and directly, "That’s my decision..."
Atlas Hallow’s fingers rhythmically tapped the tabletop, his gaze becoming cold and dark as he looked at Charlotte Miller.
A faint smile formed on his lips, and he spoke in a low voice, "Since it’s your decision, then you should discuss it with me."
Ethan Baird suppressed the impulse to speak because Charlotte Miller tugged at his suit under the table. He understood Charlotte’s situation; she wanted to fight for herself a little.
That’s fine, he would watch what Atlas Hallow intended to do.
If Charlotte couldn’t negotiate effectively, he would step in.
He had already planned for this; either they could have a good discussion, or they couldn’t, and at most, it would go to court. This was Atlas Hallow’s territory, and losing would just mean compensating money. The Baird Family didn’t care about this small change.
"Miss Miller, why do you want to cancel these collaborations?" Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller, his gaze cold as ice.
"I think we cannot reach a consensus, and there are certain issues in communication. Also, I will soon return to the United States, so I can’t continue to follow up on this project." Charlotte Miller spoke politely; her voice was gentle and charming. She hoped it might make Atlas Hallow agree to resolve this matter properly.
Atlas Hallow looked at the woman sitting opposite him. There was always a trace of innocence about her, but that innocence could not conceal the sharpness she gradually exuded. He believed she would soon become more mature and beautiful. Watching her transformation made him greedily want to hold tight and never let go.
But this woman was using her sharpness and intelligence against him, which was utterly foolish.
Atlas Hallow’s fist gradually clenched, and when his cold voice echoed in the air, it carried a hint of ambiguity, "No communication verbally? Then let’s communicate in other ways, haven’t we always been very good at that?"
His thin lips curved into a seductive smile, both cold and tempting.
The employees on both sides, who were looking at the documents, were somewhat stunned.
What kind of negotiation is this?
Shouldn’t they discuss the compensation for terminating the contracts and points of concern?
How did it become a discussion about communication methods?
Moreover, the man and woman negotiating are husband and wife. Now one is the party A, and the other is party B. This confusing situation left them with no room to think, let alone say something wrong for fear of implicating themselves.
"If you terminate the contract, do you have enough money to compensate?" Atlas Hallow calculated Charlotte Miller’s entire assets and found it impossible for her to afford the termination costs.
Ethan Baird, unable to endure any longer, coldly spoke: "Feel free to demand whatever compensation is needed. If she can’t afford it, I’m here, aren’t I?"
When Ethan Baird said this, the atmosphere began to bristle with a murderous aura.
"Since you’re here to ask me, act like you’re asking. Miss Miller, were all your previous airs fake? Didn’t you dislike relying on men? Have you become reliant so quickly?" Atlas Hallow’s gaze was cold as he looked at Charlotte Miller, and the smile on his lips turned into a cold yet captivating one.
