Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 101 - 098 Taking wife to the nightclub?_2

Chapter 101: 098 Taking wife to the nightclub?_2

Before, she used to bring money to find projects, but now she wants to inspect the project first and then get the money. Essentially, it’s not much different, but now there’s Atlas Hallow in the middle of all this.

"What data and information do you need? I can provide them." When Atlas Hallow saw Charlotte Miller standing on his carpet, wearing one of his shirts, he was full of spirited confidence. Does she really like this kind of work? It’s hard to imagine.

"Of course, those can only be references. In terms of work, forgive me, but I can’t trust anyone, including you. I only trust my own judgment." At this moment, Charlotte Miller’s eyes flashed with a determined light as she stared straight at Atlas Hallow, without backing down.

"Don’t be angry. You should know, in matters like these, I don’t even trust Luna Miller." Dealing with something as sensitive as money, she must manage it perfectly and only trust herself.

"Comparing me with her, Charlotte, are you out of your mind?" Atlas Hallow’s fingers lightly tapped the table, rhythmically, with a deep and powerful sound, carrying a hint of danger and a touch of mockery.

"I’m not comparing your abilities with hers because there’s no comparison; you’re worlds apart. I’m saying she’s my elder sister, and I treat everyone equally." Charlotte Miller shrugged her shoulders, spreading her hands in a gesture of helplessness.

"Don’t you think I’m the one closest to you?" Atlas Hallow was clearly a bit upset, finding himself placed alongside Luna Miller. What on earth was this woman thinking?

"In terms of time, I’ve known her for twenty years. In terms of blood, we have the same blood running through our veins. Mr. Hallow, you’re just my husband." Charlotte Miller felt the need to correct Atlas Hallow’s erroneous mindset, although doing so might be risky. But she must make him understand that she is an independent individual, not his appendage.

"In terms of intimate relationships, don’t you think that you within me, and me within you, is the highest realm?" Atlas’s fingers continued tapping on the table, but the sound seemed to be beating against Charlotte Miller’s heart through her eardrums.

"Of course, a married couple spends the most shared time together and has the most physical contact, but it doesn’t affect my judgment." Charlotte Miller’s face turned subtly red, and she dared not meet Atlas Hallow’s gaze, fearing he might hypnotize her.

"So, I support you in thoroughly inspecting, you should see what kind of things your man is doing." Atlas Hallow stood up, walked to Charlotte Miller, then led her to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pointing to the old town far off in the distance.

"Right there, Charlotte, you should personally witness..."

The surprise for Charlotte was not only that Atlas Hallow agreed to her work request but also that the biggest surprise was Atlas indeed moved out with her from the Hallow Family.

Actually, Charlotte’s reasoning wasn’t off. There was so much wasted time on the road every day, and the workload was unimaginably large now. Besides, he wasn’t happy to see Ava Walker’s face, so moving out was just right, making Charlotte feel like she’d hit the jackpot, and it’s a lot more convenient for himself, so why not?

The apartment in the city obviously wasn’t as big as the Hallow Family’s, nor was there a garden, let alone dozens of servants, both Chinese and Western chefs in abundance. But none of these mattered; she didn’t need them.

What mattered was that she really didn’t have to see Ava Walker, that annoying woman, anymore.

"Atlas, is this your house?" Charlotte joyfully ran around the room, discovering that there was even a study room, it was simply perfect.

"Hmm..." Atlas Hallow took off his suit, unfastened his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his robust, muscular forearms.

The question was pointless because with Atlas Hallow’s status, did he really need to rent a house?

"What are we eating for dinner?" Atlas Hallow walked over to the open-plan kitchen, opened the fridge to look at the various ingredients inside, then turned his head to ask Charlotte.

As if frozen, Charlotte stood there, stunned by his question: "You mean, you’re going to make dinner?"

"Or do you want to cook?" Atlas casually took some ingredients from the fridge and placed them on the countertop, looking at Charlotte in a daze. Was it so strange for him to cook dinner?