Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 448 - 242 Even if he loses, he can afford to lose_4
The small garden of the apartment where Atlas Hallow lived was lush with flowers and trees. It had strict entrance controls, so outsiders couldn’t get in, making it feel like it was just the two of them here, empty enough that even his words seemed to echo.
"Since you already understand, why do you still want to do this?" Charlotte Miller looked at Atlas Hallow, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, a trace of exhaustion on her face accompanied by helplessness.
He risked his life to save Mia. If she claimed not to be moved, she would be lying to herself, but it was only just moved. She didn’t want any further entanglement with him. This man was like a fierce poison; even a touch could be deadly.
"I can’t help but act; do you understand?" Light flickered in Atlas Hallow’s eyes, a visible hint of agitation.
Suppressing his emotions, he stepped forward and embraced Charlotte, speaking with a husky voice, "Charlotte, what will it take for you to forgive me? How can I exist in your world so you won’t hate me? Tell me all your grievances and disappointments—tell me everything, and I will return every ounce to you, even at the cost of my life..."
In Atlas Hallow’s world, he never felt anything was arduous or challenging, except this one matter.
Facing this woman left him utterly helpless.
"This time I’ve returned for three things: to help Mia with her health, to properly bury my father, and lastly, to acquire shares of the Hallow Clan. Atlas Hallow, you don’t need to let me win. As I said before, let’s compete in the capital market." Charlotte was trapped in Atlas Hallow’s embrace, the familiar scent of him overwhelming her.
The searing body heat and solid chest, the strong and firm heartbeat resounding from his chest were all as before, yet she felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
"If you want them, I can give them all to you." Atlas Hallow still couldn’t understand why Charlotte was so determined to buy shares of the Hallow Clan.
Everything he had was hers, but she stubbornly persisted.
"I want to be your opponent, Atlas Hallow. This is my wish; if you don’t give your all, not only will you underestimate me, but you’ll also make yourself worthless in my eyes." Charlotte broke free from his embrace, gazing up at Atlas Hallow’s distinctively chiseled face, hoping to truly challenge him.
She wanted to know if, after all her efforts, she could become this man’s opponent.
"If this is truly what you wish, then as you wish, I won’t hold back." Atlas Hallow’s hand lightly touched Charlotte’s cheek; her skin remained delicate and lovely, yet lacked the bloom-like smile of before.
When she spoke to him, she always became proper and earnest, as if discussing business with solemnity.
He understood Charlotte’s intentions; if she truly needed to spar with him, he wouldn’t hold back, as that was the least respect he owed her.
He should thoroughly teach her the dark and terrifying facets of the world because, after all these three years, no matter how outstanding she was, she was still protected by the Baird Family’s camouflage.
This time, he wanted to truly teach her how to be a merchant, an invincible one.
Of course, the prerequisite was that she must experience a devastating defeat; thinking of this, Atlas felt somewhat reluctant, but if she wished to become as strong as she hoped, she needed to face enough lessons.
If she lost, it truly didn’t matter; everything still could be his, right?
It’s just using his fortune to play a game with her. Even if it came to him losing, he could afford the loss.
"During this period, don’t interfere with my life." Charlotte said this with firmness; she needed enough space to calmly deal with Atlas Hallow. When he was present, her emotions always fluctuated, as though dangerous restless dark matters lurked within, even she couldn’t understand where these feelings arose from.
Listening to Charlotte’s words left Atlas Hallow’s heart in turmoil. He had already retreated step by step, merely wishing to satisfy her desires; yet even this was not enough for her?
The man’s strong arms tightened around her, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice filled with pain and helplessness: "What do I do with you?"
