Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 108 - 099 The ones who lose are the weak_2

Chapter 108: 099 The ones who lose are the weak_2

Shouldn’t a young girl with limited worldly experience see more of life’s storms?

He stood at the top of the steps, while she was below, making him seem even taller. From this angle, he was like a towering peak standing before her.

"If you spend all day on the computer and with the reports, analyzing various data, capturing the trends of curves, you could become an excellent analyst, but Charlotte, you won’t become the kind of person you wish to be." Atlas Hallow’s fingers moved through Charlotte Miller’s hair, his voice gentle and soft, different from the tone he’d had before bringing her here.

"Will bringing me to a nightclub help me become the kind of person I want to be?" Charlotte looked at Atlas Hallow; it’s as if his black suit absorbed all the light sources around them, plunging everything into darkness except for the dazzling light emanating from him.

"Of course not, I just wanted to test your reaction, Charlotte, you really are still a young girl." Being unable to control one’s emotions well is one of the major taboos for businessmen, Atlas Hallow slowly said with slightly parted lips: "If today you only viewed me as the president of the client company, then you shouldn’t show these emotions."

"Working with me is tough; are you sure you want to do this?" Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller as if he was casting all the light from himself onto her through his eyes, with a seductive curve gently forming at the corner of his mouth: "If you can control your emotions, then I hope we have a pleasant collaboration..."

He reached down from above, extending his large hands, his long fingers spread clearly in front of Charlotte.

"Keeping work and personal life separate should apply to you. As long as you don’t bother me during work, it should be truly pleasant." Charlotte smiled and extended her hand: "President Hallow, please guide me..."

"Your boss might be in big trouble." Charlotte’s temper is hard to deal with once it flares up. Although he wasn’t familiar enough with Atlas Hallow to worry for him, it seemed somewhat risky.

"Impossible." Daniel Parker said flatly, swirling the liquid in his glass: "His wife is in too low a league to be a match for President Hallow."

What sort of person is Atlas Hallow? He’s a businessman who can skin and consume a person without leaving a drop of blood behind; how could he possibly have trouble?

This has nothing to do with levels of skill. Once emotions are involved, everything becomes a big problem, and Charlotte’s level isn’t low at all.

The girl actually knows how to make requests of him. The so-called separation of work and personal life means he can’t lay hands on her or anything else while working, which could be a bit troublesome. With such a beautiful and attractive girl staying beside him every day, and he’s no Sir Galahad, is he supposed to remain unmoved?

Atlas Hallow didn’t answer her, but merely held Charlotte Miller’s small hand, pulling her into his embrace, then drove back to the apartment.

As the car drove down the road, Charlotte curiously asked about Joseph Shaw’s assistant Annie Gray: "Atlas Hallow, don’t you find it strange that President Shaw still has Annie driving? He’s a man, why doesn’t he drive himself?"

There is no gender discrimination, just a feeling that men driving seem to have more gentlemanly dignity.

Charlotte’s thoughts were too simple; she didn’t understand someone like Joseph Shaw. Anyway, his principle has always been to extract everything until dry. His assistant has been with him for about five years now, probably close to being squeezed of all value.

"Because he has a woman to drive for him." Atlas Hallow reached out and stroked Charlotte’s small face, he liked how clean Charlotte’s face was, as if untouched by the smoke and fire of the world.

Annie still yielded, yet told herself in her heart that this was the last time she’d drive for him.

The car arrived at the Shaw Family’s place, Joseph Shaw sat in the passenger seat and coldly uttered two words: "Get out."

"President Shaw, I’m not feeling well today." She really didn’t want to follow Joseph Shaw to his apartment again, never that again.

"You’re not well, so you want me to feel unwell too?" Joseph Shaw gripped Annie’s chin, his face full of displeasure: "Testing me, are you?"

"No, I’m really not feeling well today." Her exquisite makeup masked her pale face, but couldn’t hide the cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Disappointing." The man’s expression remained grim, releasing her chin, then opening the car door and getting out: "Come pick me up half an hour earlier tomorrow."