Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 87 - 085 Such a person is the most dangerous

Chapter 87: 085 Such a person is the most dangerous

Atlas Hallow’s keen eyes seemed as if they could see through the door to everything inside.

The air held a faint, dark fragrance... perhaps the scent of roses?

Someone had been here, and brought her roses?

Could it be someone was still here, which is why she was afraid to open the door?

Was there a man hiding in her office? Because only a man would make her hesitant to open the door.

He must be fearless to dare play such a game with him.

The tiny spark inside Atlas Hallow’s body coursed through his veins and surged to his heart, which felt as dangerous and hot as a volcano about to erupt.

Luna Miller’s words echoed in his mind; she said that a fortune teller had mentioned Charlotte Miller was very attractive and would marry twice.

This sentence had always tormented him to the point of agony, and now it echoed repeatedly in his heart.

Atlas Hallow never believed in these fortune-tellers; he always believed that one’s destiny was in their own hands. Yet, it was Luna Miller who planted this thought in his mind like a seed, and after Charlotte Miller locked this door, it began to sprout with the vines of sin and suspicion.

He was standing at the door; not opening it was definitely not an option. Even through the door, Charlotte Miller could sense Atlas Hallow’s calm breathing. If she didn’t open it soon, he’d probably go to security for a spare key, or just kick it down.

She was indeed startled just now; there was no real need to lock the door. Oliver Baird, dressed casually and wearing a mask, had only come to deliver a package, but running into him was a bit troublesome—there shouldn’t be such deliveries, right?

Charlotte Miller bit her lip and pulled the door open; she had to act first, or she’d be in deep trouble. She suspected Atlas Hallow might break her bones out of anger.

"Why are you knocking so loudly?" Opening the door, a radiant face emerged, and the words from her light-colored lips carried a hint of displeasure.

"Why did you lock the door?" Atlas Hallow tapped Charlotte Miller’s head, glancing around her office. There appeared to be nothing unusual inside.

"I was planning to sneak in a nap, a bit tired..." Charlotte Miller pouted innocently, her eyes blinking like rippling water, as if blaming him for his relentless demands.

"There’s a resting room in my office; it’s more comfortable there." Atlas Hallow led Charlotte Miller by the hand, his smile broadening as he pulled her into his office and closed the door to hers.

Feeling completely at ease now that he hadn’t gone inside, being half-pulled and half-embraced by him, Charlotte Miller’s legs went weak, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

As Atlas Hallow brought Charlotte Miller into his office, he stretched his long arm and accurately tossed the delicate, small brown paper bag into the trash, then closed the door to the CEO’s office.

Watching Atlas Hallow with his arm around Charlotte Miller as they entered the office, Daniel Parker began to sweat coldly on his forehead.

It was only Charlotte Miller who didn’t understand—this side of Atlas Hallow was the most terrifying and dangerous.