Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 460 - 250 Do they really think she is a fool?

The waiter swiftly approached, holding a wine glass with determination: "Mr. Hallow, the wine you ordered is now perfectly aerated—it’s the best time to enjoy it..."

Inviting a minor celebrity to a place like this to drink wine, Charlotte Miller had a faint, aloof smile on her lips. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it.

No matter how badly he behaved before, she always believed that, deep down, Atlas Hallow had feelings for her after everything they’d been through.

What does this count as? Just yesterday, he was earnestly expressing his feelings, and now, it’s like this?

She could understand if it was about socializing in the business world, but what exactly is this?

Now he’s socializing with a star—after drinking, is he planning to socialize in bed too?

Atlas Hallow wasn’t blind. When that woman spoke softly, he noticed Mia there, wearing a black dress, waving her little hand in the air as if trying to catch those light shadows.

He ignored the so-called female host and the aerated wine the waiter brought, walked over to Charlotte Miller, leaned over, and said, "What a coincidence, you’re here too?"

"This isn’t quite a coincidence, is it? Won’t it ruin your date with that miss?" Charlotte glanced at Mia. Is this actress blind?

She actually didn’t notice a little girl in the restaurant who looked exactly like Atlas Hallow?

After all, it has been several years since the whole episode with Atlas Hallow officially ended. Many people knew Atlas Hallow had been divorced, but she had long faded from the public eye, having been in the United States for some years. Not knowing Atlas Hallow had a daughter wasn’t all that surprising.

"I didn’t arrange to meet her; I’ll explain later." Dining in the same restaurant as her was the biggest coincidence ever, but ironically, she caught him with another woman, and he felt unjustly blamed.

But his little darling was right there. He didn’t want to talk about such disappointing matters in front of the little angel.

"President Hallow, is this your friend? If you don’t mind, how about we all eat together? I’ll host..." Eleanor Davis also came over. Did Atlas Hallow meet a friend?

It seemed like they were quite familiar. Integrating into his social circle was crucial. Today was certainly a great opportunity.

"Of course, we mind. It’s not like we don’t have the money to eat. Why should you host?" Luna Miller, who had kept quiet all along, suddenly looked up with an unfriendly tone.

"My sister doesn’t like being disturbed, so there’s no need for courtesy." Charlotte Miller turned her head and began picking out a tender piece of cod for Mia, gently coaxing, "Mia, this fish is delicious. Would you like to try it?"

"Okay..." Mia nodded enthusiastically. Her speech was still slightly unclear, but her childish tone was irresistibly amusing.

Eleanor Davis stood there awkwardly. She had never encountered such a scene before.

Who were these women? They couldn’t even handle basic social etiquette—were they some wealthy heiresses?

Yet, they didn’t seem like it. She knew most of the prominent figures in the city, whether from elite circles or sisterhoods. These women, she had never seen before.

"I merely assumed you were President Hallow’s friends, with no other intention. Please don’t misunderstand." Eleanor Davis quickly found herself an exit, wanting to gauge the woman’s tone. However, the woman ignored her entirely, busy coaxing a child.

Completely disrespectful, Eleanor Davis was a bit irritated. What was this?

Charlotte Miller remained silent, but Luna Miller couldn’t hold back: "Atlas Hallow might want some relation with us, but we’re not interested, right, Mia?"

When Luna said Mia’s name, her voice softened noticeably. Mia ate her fish while nodding, "Right..."

Atlas Hallow’s smile was somewhat bitter but filled with love.

The little angel’s voice could melt anyone’s heart. Luna was right; he did want to form some ties, but it wasn’t the right time yet.

After all, Charlotte’s nature was different from other women. He had to take it slow.

In time, he’d surely bring her back to his side.

"How can you speak like that? Don’t you have basic respect? And with a child here, is this a good example?" Eleanor Davis’s face turned sour. She was a well-known host and had a powerful family background, acquainted with many successful people.

In front of Atlas Hallow, she had restrained herself, but now she couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Miss, nobody invited you to criticize here. Please leave, okay? And you, Atlas Hallow, get out quickly." A good meal turned out like this? With so many restaurants in this city, why meet here?

Charlotte Miller’s expression darkened. Say whatever, but don’t involve Luna or Mia. They were her most valued people.

"You’re truly rude, you..." Eleanor Davis was enraged, her voice rising.

Mia was startled by the sudden noise, her small, fair hand dropping the spoon to the ground, her eyes reddening as if she was about to cry.

Charlotte’s heart ached. Mia was the treasure of the entire family.

"Atlas Hallow, quickly get her out of here." Charlotte whispered, seething with anger but trying not to raise her voice.

She picked Mia up onto her lap, a bit anxious now. Mia shouldn’t cry too much; her airways were weak, and a heavy cry would cause a cough, which could be disastrous.

Atlas Hallow, face dark, grabbed Eleanor Davis by the hand and dragged her out of the restaurant. At the door, he threw her hard onto the ground.

Eleanor Davis couldn’t believe it. She had been tossed out like this, and even through her denim jacket, her elbow struck the cold, hard floor with a pain akin to a bone fracture.

"Inside sits the woman I love, and the daughter you scared. I have no interest in you, not even a little, so don’t show up in front of me again, and don’t play any tricks, or you won’t have even Liu Xing’s face to rely on." Atlas Hallow stood at the restaurant entrance, his strong physique standing like a mountain.

Just then, the glass room started the most brilliant fireworks show, recreating the world’s most spectacular displays in 3D, spreading throughout the entire thousand-square-meter restaurant as if colossal bursts of fireworks bloomed everywhere, dreamlike...

The vibrant colors also reflected on Atlas Hallow, the light playing on his dark suit, making him appear like a handsome devil, exuding a terrifying chill.

Like a demon descending once more into the world.

Eleanor Davis felt her mind explode. That woman was his wife? That little girl was his daughter?

She was completely caught off guard. She had checked all of Atlas Hallow’s information—never once did it mention a daughter.

He had a failed marriage, but that little girl seemed barely over a year old, and he had been divorced for nearly four years—a love child, not the product of his marriage.

Atlas Hallow didn’t marry that woman, did he?

Struggling, Eleanor Davis got up, watching Atlas Hallow coldly return to the restaurant, rubbing her grazed knee as she slowly walked to her car. This shame was overwhelming, seemingly endless.

Some people glide through life unhindered. She never expected to be publicly humiliated like this.

The red sports car zoomed off like a flash of fire, glaring and arrogant.

When Atlas Hallow returned to Charlotte Miller’s table, Mia was already laughing, the light show proving timely.

He sat down without hesitation, right next to Charlotte, speaking earnestly, "I don’t know her at all; I swear."

"Then you better stay away, or what if lightning strikes me?" Men’s promises can be heard, but how can you dine with strangers, claiming not to know them?

Did he truly think she was a fool?