Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 463 - 251 Keep your fairness to hell_3
But she couldn’t think much anymore, full of tension and anger, ready to erupt like a volcano.
Atlas Hallow was surprised when his phone rang; what was Charlotte Miller calling him for at this hour?
Was she really expecting him to come at her beck and call?
Impossible, Atlas smiled faintly; she was truly drunk that day. If she were sober, she would never have done something like that.
Alcohol could certainly make people act differently, as shown clearly with Charlotte. There was a chance to have a drink with her someday.
With a hidden smile, his slender fingers slid to answer the call.
Charlotte couldn’t control her emotions; her voice was trembling with anger, and the term "illegitimate daughter" pierced her heart like a knife.
She didn’t want any filthy words to be directed at her daughter.
Her daughter was the purest, most complete, and most independent individual; no one could harm her.
"Atlas Hallow, besides being unable to clear things up with your side chicks, can you do anything decent?" Charlotte’s words came out rashly due to strong emotions.
She knew she couldn’t blame Atlas, but if he hadn’t met with that woman for dinner, none of this would have happened.
"Take it easy, Charlotte. Tell me what’s going on?" Even through the phone, Atlas could feel Charlotte’s intense emotions; her usually soothing and sweet voice was now sharp.
He didn’t know what had happened to make Charlotte so agitated this early morning, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Her state couldn’t be described just like fur on end. She seemed more like a cat whose tail had been cut off, anxious and in deep pain.
"Check today’s headlines yourself, Atlas Hallow. Don’t force me to cut ties between Mia and you; it’s unfair to her, so don’t push me..." Charlotte bit her lip and spoke word by word, each appearing as if it cut to her heart.
Charlotte hung up, leaving Atlas visibly shaken. He immediately opened his computer, and as he read the reports, his face turned ashen.
It felt like the world was collapsing before him, and each word in the report jabbed him like needles, causing sharp pain.
Who gave these media the courage to challenge his limits like this?
This time he couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries.
Daniel Parker was on the way to the office when he received the call; Atlas’s voice was cold as winter wind, sharp and biting, like the bright spring weather outside was merely an illusion, as if severe winter had arrived.
"Inform the legal department to file a lawsuit against XX website and sue all reporting media without exception." Atlas peered outside at the rare fine weather but it didn’t lift his mood.
It’s a pity; he should go all out.
If not stern enough, this kind of thing could happen a second, third time, dragging Charlotte and Mia far away.
Such matters were absolutely intolerable for him.
Daniel quickly checked XX website mentioned by Atlas, knowing if his boss had to explain what happened, he should be fired.
How could so much happen in just one night? Was there a rumor about the Hallow Clan going bankrupt?
Otherwise, why mobilize the entire Hallow legal team for this lawsuit?
Better not be curious; with a quick glance while driving, his car nearly crashed into a streetlamp.
His face turned exceedingly grim; are these people out of their minds?
That was Atlas’s only weakness, his most tender spot. How could anyone dare throw daggers at it?
The situation has indeed escalated, initially hoping it wouldn’t blow up, but now he saw there was no room for maneuver.
It’s been peaceful for years; it’s time to play tough again; otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how to write the word ’harsh’.
He gathered all the lawyers while driving like mad to the company.
The XX website’s skyscraper, a media giant listed on Nasdaq in the United States, didn’t seem fazed after publishing such a news piece but continued routine operations.
Inside the sleek, modern-designed building, no one realized what was about to occur, excited about uncovering such a story.
