Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 494 - 269 I feel sick whenever I think about your past affairs_4
Charlotte Miller listened with some annoyance, was she being seen as an inexperienced little girl? Was he hinting that he could possibly control the Hallow Clan?
Thinking about this made her even more upset.
Although Atlas Hallow had angered her this morning, business is business. Without Atlas Hallow’s nearly ten years of management, the Hallow Clan would definitely not be at its current scale. Yet, they have the nerve to swoop in and take advantage of it.
Despite her anger, her smile grew even more enchanting: "I hope we have the opportunity to work together again in the future."
Once she watched Gael Hallow sign his name on that document, her whole heart finally relaxed: "Once the funds and contracts are squared away, we’ll both be settled."
"It should be very soon, no later than this afternoon." It was actually something his father wanted to do; he just stepped in, saving his parent the effort. Charlotte Miller, a woman with both brains and looks, is most importantly Mia Miller’s mother—the daughter of Atlas Hallow.
Thus, Mia would be the sole inheritor of all of Atlas Hallow’s wealth. Just thinking about it made him extremely happy.
"Charlotte, it’s already lunchtime. I’ve booked a restaurant; let’s eat together." Gael Hallow offered, but Charlotte smiled and waved it off.
"I already have an appointment for lunch today, maybe next time." Having already signed the papers, the thought of having a meal with someone like Gael left her feeling rather uninterested.
"Four percent of shares isn’t a small amount; do you have enough cash flow?" Charlotte was genuinely curious, where did Gael get so much money? Even Flix Hallow couldn’t produce that amount.
These father and son dared to do such a thing; there has to be someone backing them.
"Charlotte, you don’t trust me? If there were any issues, I wouldn’t have dared to sign today." Gael Hallow patted his chest, with a look that ensured there wouldn’t be any problems.
"This isn’t about trust or distrust; any normal person would react this way." Charlotte took a sip of her coffee, sizing up Gael Hallow across from her. His tailored suit was quite stylish, and the glasses he wore always reminded her of the term "hypocritical gentleman."
After sending Gael Hallow away, Annie Gray finally entered her office, handed Charlotte a lunch box, and quietly said, "I find Gael Hallow a bit annoying."
Of course, Charlotte hadn’t really made a lunch appointment. She and Annie just ate boxed lunches in the office. Facing a guy like that, even gourmet food wouldn’t be appetizing.
"By the way, Charlotte, I want to take a leave of absence early. The day after tomorrow, I have to leave with him to visit his family’s graves. Both of our parents are gone; during the visit, we’ll also tell mine about the news, since he has a meeting abroad next month. We need to register early, and once back, we’ll get married simply." Annie, holding her lunch box, had a faint smile, yet it was so reassuring.
"Even if it’s simple, there needs to be a ceremony. A marriage without a sense of ritual seems to lack something," Charlotte said as she ate, sharing her thoughts with Annie.
"I’ll be your bridesmaid and send you off." Charlotte knew a bit about Annie’s parents’ situation, she had no family left, but at least she had her friend, right?
Anyhow, since matters with the Hallow Clan suddenly went on hold, with her shares already sold, she could help Annie with a few things now. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Even a simple ceremony must have a certain sense of ritual; that much couldn’t be missed.
"Alright..." Annie smiled, though her eyes began to mist with a slight sourness. She was finally getting married. How happy her parents would be if they were still alive.
Charlotte pondered what kind of wedding dress she should give Annie to make her have beautiful memories.
Every woman dreams of a long, trailing wedding dress, like stepping out of a fairy tale, the kind of wedding dress she once dreamed of...







