Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 475 - 256 has heterosexuality but no humanity.

"Really? I feel something’s off..." Charlotte Miller was a bit puzzled. That day, when she looked at each transaction, she felt something was amiss.

But it’s normal for some people’s operations to be a bit strange. She originally thought to observe for a couple more days, but Atlas Hallow was already quite certain.

This time, the opponent came prepared.

"So now, I need to find you a new place to ensure your safety." Atlas was determined not to let any more mistakes happen right under his nose.

If anything were to happen, not only would Charlotte not forgive him, but even he wouldn’t forgive himself.

Atlas knew of a place where Charlotte and Mia would be the safest.

So he called Rogers.

Everything that needed to be done, had to be done quickly. That was his style, never slow down and give the opponent any chance.

In the alley in front of Rogers’ place, there were two vacant courtyard houses, and it wasn’t hard to clear one out.

After all, Rogers had such a weird temper that no one dared to mess around on his turf, because if they pissed off Rogers, they might really be courting disaster.

If Rogers got into one of his moods, it would be quite interesting, because his woman lived in that alley, and scaring her could lead to serious trouble.

Given his relationship with Rogers, getting a house to stay in for a few days wasn’t difficult. Next, he had to find the mastermind behind it all.

This had something to do with Eleanor Davis, but she wasn’t the one pulling the strings.

Because she couldn’t have predicted the situation would escalate this far, and she didn’t have the power to orchestrate such a big scheme.

"Charlotte, go back and rest, and then tidy up tomorrow so I can help you move." Rogers went back to check on Mia, leaving only Charlotte and Atlas in the office.

Atlas held Charlotte’s hand, his magnetic voice carrying an irresistible persuasion, whispering into Charlotte’s ear.

"Leave these matters to me. You’re too overqualified to handle them. Save your energy for dealing with me instead..." Atlas chuckled softly, but there was no mockery in his laughter.

"You help me get rid of my opponents so I can rest up to deal with you?" It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. Who would do such a thing?

But he was Atlas Hallow, perhaps there was nothing he couldn’t do.

What was this?

"If one day I borrow money to buy you out, would you lend it to me?" Charlotte smiled lightly, oddly feeling relieved despite the looming threat.

"No, you said you wanted a fair fight. When we finally clash, I won’t hold back." Atlas shook his head, reached out, and gently tousled Charlotte’s soft hair, speaking with certainty.

"I haven’t forgiven you." His actions were overly intimate, almost like the tenderness of lovers.

Charlotte instinctively flinched away; she didn’t want such closeness.

He was the man who gave her physical memories, and no matter how much she resisted, Atlas was still there.

His scent, the rhythm of his breathing, his focused gaze when looking at her, the sound of his voice, and his proximity all tantalized her senses. She knew she should resist, yet there was an inexplicable desire to indulge.

Attracted to him wasn’t something to be ashamed of; after all, with such a man, who wouldn’t be tempted?

The outdoor light cast across Atlas’s face, sharp with distinctly chiseled features, a man’s face with deep brows, a high-bridged nose, and seductive thin lips. His eyes, steady and tender, exuded an inspiring charisma.

She just couldn’t let herself be swept away again. Perhaps she was too afraid of being hurt?

One marriage like that was enough, enough to scare her to death.

"But it’s really surprising to see, you’re such a heartless woman..." Atlas stared at Charlotte’s small face, as pristine as a bloom of Tina White quietly blooming, but when he saw the stock trends on XX website, he realized this young lady wasn’t to be trifled with.

"If you’re scared, then keep your distance from me." Charlotte’s lips curled into a cool smile, her eyes gleaming, as she reached out a finger and lightly poked Atlas’s chest, speaking with a fragrant breath.

Atlas seized Charlotte’s small hand and pressed it against his heart, murmuring, "What am I scared of? I’d even be willing to die at your hands..."

At such a close distance, Charlotte was right there. His lips almost touched hers, her crimson lips slightly dry from lack of sleep.

Unable to resist any longer, his lips gently pressed against hers, his warm tongue slowly sliding across, moistening those parched red lips.

The early summer was nearly here, and the air seemed to be teeming with heat, prompting him to kiss deeper, and deeper still...

Joseph Shaw almost cursed out loud.

Pushing open the office door, he walked into such a scene.

Wasn’t this a cold-hearted boss? Her assistant was bruised from a camera hit, yet here she was getting all lovey-dovey with Atlas Hallow?

And then they were kissing?

Utterly shameless.

He swaggered in, paying no mind to the intimately close pair in the office.

He casually sat on the sofa opposite Charlotte and Atlas, looking at the two with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Charlotte’s face flushed a little, but she quickly regained her composure.

"How can you be a boss like this? Your employee is injured like that, yet you’re here kissing a man? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?" Joseph Shaw remarked, noting the changes in Charlotte over the years. Externally she hadn’t changed much, but she seemed more calm and restrained, yet somehow exuded a sharpness.

In fact, she had called Annie Gray several times because Annie had assured her that the doctor said there was nothing wrong, just a surface wound, and there was no need for her to go to the hospital. Besides, she was coming back soon, so she hadn’t gone.

She felt more guilty than anyone about this, even if it happened to her face, her heart would feel much better.

But it was Annie who got hurt. Sometimes the stronger a woman appears, the more fragile she is inside.

They don’t want too much concern because they’re afraid of the pain that comes when it’s lost.

"If it comes to conscience, I’m much better than President Shaw." Charlotte retorted, finding him the most disgusting.

Despite his faults, Atlas at least knew he was wrong and wanted to make amends.

But Joseph Shaw always acted as if Annie owed him, making one want to slap his face so hard it sticks to the wall.

"If there’s nothing else, both of you please leave. I have work to do." Charlotte didn’t want to talk to this man any longer, hated him to the core.

"Of course, there’s something. I came to tell you that Annie’s work contract, whatever the cost, I will cover, but you must terminate it." Joseph Shaw sat on the sofa, clearly intending not to leave.

"Must? Where does this ’must’ come from? Do you think Howard Enterprise is short of money, or do you think I lack funds?" Seeing Joseph Shaw’s attitude infuriated Charlotte even more. She couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t worth it for Annie.

Did this man show any ounce of respect for Annie?

"Charlotte, don’t go too far..." Joseph Shaw, taken aback by her sharp response, looked grim. If she weren’t Atlas’s woman, he would have taught her a lesson long ago instead of having her argue with him here.

"If she’s crossing a line, I enjoy indulging it. If you can’t stand it, challenge me instead. Old Shaw, why have you become so fussy? Assistant Gray doesn’t want to go with you, so why bother Charlotte?" Atlas had advised Joseph Shaw before. A woman like Annie, despite her humble background, would never agree to be someone’s mistress.

He’s engaged, yet continues to entangle Annie, which makes no sense. No wonder Charlotte won’t let him take her.

"You’re choosing lust over loyalty? Quite impressive." Joseph Shaw didn’t expect his brother to treat him this way. Indeed, prioritizing a woman over brotherhood.

For a moment, the tension in the air heightened...