Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 420 - 230 Catch up in the evening_2

Faced with Atlas Hallow like this, Charlotte Miller surprisingly didn’t know how to handle it.

Charlotte avoided his gaze and said helplessly, "I don’t need anything; I’m doing very well now. Rogers is very good to me, so as long you don’t cause trouble, I will always have the right to fall in love, get married, and have children with other men, right? If you don’t like it, there’s nothing I can do."

"If you really want to make it up to me, then compete with me in the capital market. I want to know if, after three years, you still won’t lose." Beating Atlas Hallow had become one of Charlotte Miller’s wishes, and the grandeur of this wish fueled her efforts.

Atlas Hallow clenched his fists tightly, unsure of what else he could do.

When Atlas and Charlotte locked eyes, there was a calm and resolute expression in Charlotte’s clear eyes.

It seemed she truly wouldn’t give him any chance, and although his lips moved, Atlas couldn’t say anything.

Charlotte looked at Atlas’s deeply contoured face, which appeared pale, evoking a sense of pity.

When he spoke again, it seemed he even abandoned his dignity, speaking softly and deeply, "What’s the need for competition? Whatever you want, just take it. I would even give you my life."

"What would I need your life for? Live well. I just want to have a formal and fair competition with you." When he said he would even give her his life, in the interplay of light and shadow, Charlotte suddenly seemed to see Atlas of their honeymoon.

Today, she was able to walk into his office with confidence and have such a conversation, all thanks to Atlas Hallow as Charlotte viewed it.

In those past days, she seemed to have gone through a terrifying calamity.

No one knew how all these years her heart had grown incredibly old.

She constantly reminded herself to become stronger, for only by being stronger could she protect the ones she loved most: her Mia, her mommy, and even her sister who didn’t much like her.

"If you like this, then I promise you." Atlas Hallow gazed at Charlotte, his look transforming from sorrow to fiery madness.

"Then in the future, we’ll meet in the capital market." This statement was the main point today; she wanted to put an end to things with him.

Atlas Hallow had said if she wanted to escape from him, there was only one way, and that was to be stronger than him.

To be stronger than him, Charlotte always thought she didn’t have a way to do it, after all, he seemed invincible.

But this time, she was thoroughly prepared; alone she couldn’t win, but she could rally all external forces against him.

Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte’s porcelain white face, her snow-white skin was flawless under the sunlight, making him reach out unconsciously, wanting only to touch lightly.

Charlotte quickly stepped back, looked at him cautiously, and warned, "Don’t touch me anymore."

Atlas Hallow’s hand stopped in mid-air, unable to touch her but sensing her presence in the air.

"You are not my husband, nor my lover; we are just competitors in the capital market." Although it wasn’t quite a life-and-death struggle this time, she had prepared for this moment for three years, and finally, the day arrived.

The events of three years ago were ultimately a thorn in her heart, or rather, a sword hanging over her heart; she needed to defeat this man to finally find peace.

Atlas Hallow felt heart-wrenching pain as he watched Charlotte turn and leave.

Ultimately, it was like this; she gave him too little time, really too little.

Charlotte was just about to leave the office when the door was pushed open once more.

Charlotte thought it might be Rogers, since she’d been there for more than ten minutes.

But with Rogers’s manners, he should have knocked first.

She glanced at the door being pushed open, and it was indeed not Rogers coming in but Amir.

Amir hurried upstairs as soon as he heard Charlotte Miller was in Atlas Hallow’s office. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The prison guard said his mother had caused a big commotion yesterday and was now being held in solitary confinement, which meant being locked in a small dark room, four square meters with nothing inside, only four walls.

His mother had never suffered such hardship in her life; even in the first three years of her imprisonment, she lived in a clean single room, with good food and drink delivered daily.

But now, if she was locked up any longer, perhaps his mother would likely attempt suicide.