Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 404 - 222 How does he have the face to ask? (9,000 words)_3
When she finished saying this, the figure of Atlas Hallow emerged in Charlotte Miller’s mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that shadow, and then her face returned to calm: "I need to rest for a while. Taking planes continuously is quite exhausting, and it seems like I haven’t adjusted to the time difference. Maybe it’s because I’ve aged a few years over these years, and I feel like I’m not as spirited."
Charlotte smiled, took a big sip of her tea, and then stood up to walk to her resting room.
Her office was equipped with a resting room; the room wasn’t very large, but comfortable enough. Annie Gray had tidied it up before Charlotte returned, and she really needed a good sleep now.
While going down in the elevator, Annie was pondering how to convey the words more tactfully. But after thinking about it, it seemed best to convey them as they were, after all, the matters between Charlotte and Atlas Hallow didn’t need middlemen because she could see that Charlotte simply didn’t want to reconcile.
An hour and forty minutes, there’s truly no one else in this world he’d wait an hour and forty minutes to see.
Today set a new record; she made him wait a whole hour and forty minutes.
Was this her reserve?
But recalling her appearance when they met, Atlas Hallow felt as if a lemon candy melted in his heart, tangy and sweet, subtly seeping into his heart that had long been numb, causing even the corners of his mouth to carry a gentle, enchanting curve.
As the elevator doors opened, Annie could see Atlas Hallow.
Even if it’s just his back, this man always leaves a strong impression.
"President Hallow, long time no see." Before saying anything serious, Annie smiled and greeted, after all, he was a guest, and he had waited almost two hours.
"Where is she? Has the meeting not finished yet?" Atlas glanced at Annie. The elevator doors had already closed; Charlotte hadn’t followed down.
"The meeting is over. President Miller has been flying back and forth and has to adjust to the time difference, so she’s resting first." Annie swallowed with difficulty, as she could feel Atlas’s face souring as soon as she said that.
"And President Miller has already said, personally there is no relation, and professionally there will be no further cooperation with the Hallow Clan, so it’s better not to meet." After she finished saying this, Annie could clearly feel the temperature around her seemingly drop.
No relation personally, is that so?
What about the marriage they once had?
This sentence churned Atlas’s chest, making him feel like coughing up blood.
She has returned, and yet avoids him like this?
"Actually, President Miller just got back; she’s very tired. If you have something to discuss, perhaps you could talk to her in a few days." Annie was quite uneasy; she dared not stay around Atlas any longer, fearing she might get hurt by his chilling aura.
"Give me her phone number." Atlas suppressed the anger nearly erupting within him and spoke coldly.
"President Miller’s phone number hasn’t changed; you should have it. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back up; I have a lot of work to do." Having politely said this, Annie quickly moved towards the elevator.
Atlas watched as she entered the elevator, which required a magnetic strip to operate. As she pressed eighteen and swiped the card, he darted into the elevator like a flash of lightning.
Daniel Parker was stunned...
It’s overwhelming; the boss seemed to be flaunting his skills right in front of him, disappearing just like that?
Once he regained his senses, the elevator doors had already closed.
Annie was even more stunned. Atlas appeared before her like a magic trick; she stared blankly as her usual composure seemed to be completely intimidated by this man’s formidable presence.
Atlas’s thin lips were tightly pressed together; he said nothing more and watched as the numbers on the elevator climbed one by one.
Dare to mess with him? He had long said that he couldn’t afford it.
From the beginning when she mixed up with Jack Smith inconclusively, to later when she dared to stay in the same presidential suite with Ethan Baird, avoiding meeting him, and finally leaving without a word, he could let all that go. After all, he did some regrettable things to her in his panic at the time, causing her a miscarriage shortly after making her pregnant, which was something he himself couldn’t forgive.
