Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 467 - 252 Mixed Doubles_3

Is it really necessary to wait for his fiancée to come back and send her an invitation?

In truth, things should be cut off cleanly. Now that there’s more and more work, it’s time to cut off completely. Keeping busy can cure some idle fantasies.

As soon as the workday ended, she rushed to the supermarket. In the basement of the financial center, there is an imported food supermarket. Charlotte doesn’t like greasy food, so maybe more fruits would be good. She washed and cut them first and prepared some desserts.

Heavy cheesecake is an appetizing delicacy, but it’s lethal to a woman’s weight.

No matter, it’s decided; Charlotte doesn’t eat such greasy food, but she needs to have some. Then she brought two fruit tarts for Charlotte and a few packs of honey chestnuts, which should be enough.

Carrying bags, she walked towards the office. She had already ordered delivery and planned to work after eating.

Charlotte was in the office, calling her mother, "Mom, I have to work overtime at the company tonight. Will you sleep with Mia?"

There’s nothing bad about that. Freya Morgon smiled lovingly and said softly, "Don’t worry, take care of yourself."

Freya never asked Charlotte what her overtime was for, nor did she stop her daughter from making any decisions.

Luna might care a bit more, but not Charlotte. Like all girls, she loves life and enjoys the beauty of new things. However, unlike other girls, she is very rational.

Therefore, whatever Charlotte does, she doesn’t see any problem and just supports her.

"Don’t worry, Mom. Thank you. Tell Mia I’ll be back in two days." Charlotte didn’t dare to listen to Mia’s tender, childlike voice. Just hearing her say "Mommy, come home," would make her want to surrender.

When love runs deep, it sometimes becomes too burdensome. But deep love also gives her courage. The profound love for Mia becomes both the sharpest weapon and the sturdiest shield in her hands, allowing her to be exceedingly brave in business battles.

Putting down the phone, she sat in the spacious office, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed them before planning to rest for a while.

Isn’t tonight the real highlight?

The rumors have spread, and some major funds now know that XX Network has faced a lawsuit due to some news reports. They are preparing to confront none other than the renowned Hallow Clan.

Even the smallest things can cause unimaginable fluctuations in the stock market.

They thought such reports could garner clicks, but never imagined such reports could bring about total ruin.

Atlas Hallow, having taken care of everything, went to the building where Charlotte’s office was, wanting to see her.

Sometimes it feels exhausting. Love can be so powerless, powerless to the point of losing direction.

But Charlotte, too, has moments of powerless love. Wasn’t she more exhausted than him back then?

Thinking this, his heart softened uncontrollably, as if warm waves surrounded him little by little.

There are many uniquely charming women in this world, many who are gentle and understanding before him, yet he doesn’t love them. Instead, he fell for this rose full of thorns.

He wishes to pick this most beautiful rose, even if he were pricked all over. Those pains are worth it.

Only through pain can love become more profound and be forever etched in his heart.

Every love in the world sometimes needs pain to be explained, so what’s the deal with being scarred?

Sitting across the street from Charlotte’s office building, he opened the car window and watched the bustling crowd. His angular face exuded an indescribable allure, pressing a hand against the window, staying still, as the noise of car horns and people’s chatter seemed filtered out in his ears.

All that remained in the air was his heartbeat and the ticking of the mechanical watch on his wrist.

In the passenger seat lay a bouquet of pink roses, such an extraordinary pink, as if washed out with watercolor, delicate and charming. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

This made Atlas feel like an eighteen-year-old boy, pursuing a girl with a bouquet of flowers beside him.