This is what Charlotte Miller is worried about. It’s a good project that can bring new life concepts to many people, save a lot of energy, and prevent waste. But once this city within a city is built, if all real estate projects have already collapsed, how will Atlas Hallow cope?
"I’ve considered everything you have, but Charlotte, risk has never been the reason to stop . It’s more rewarding to get the chestnuts from the fire." Atlas Hallow smiled confidently, stood up, and poured a cup of hot coffee for Charlotte, as well as for himself: "Let’s have a successful cooperation..."
In the morning, because she planned to check on the project’s progress, Charlotte Miller changed into jeans and a sweater. Atlas Hallow was attentive in certain ways. In this new apartnt, he had placed many essentials she might need, from clothes to shoes, brand-new sets of washed underwear, and even feminine products for special periods. Aside from his volatile temperant and bad temper, he really was almost flawless.
When stepping out, she put on a large coat. Even though winter hadn’t arrived and there was no snow yet, fearing the cold, she bundled herself up tightly.
"Is it really that cold?" Atlas Hallow chuckled lightly, watching Charlotte put on a hat and scarf, wondering how this young lady bundled herself up like that.
"I’m afraid of the cold, maybe it’s just my nature." Charlotte answered truthfully. She had always been afraid of the cold; as soon as winter hit, her hands and feet would beco cold and couldn’t warm up, so she often held a hand warr or a hot water bottle, otherwise, her hands would go numb.
"That’s due to lack of exercise. More exercise will help. From now on, join for morning runs; I’ll be your coach on rest days." Atlas Hallow took Charlotte’s hand, which indeed felt a bit cool.
Morning runs together?
That would be her downfall, no way!
"Hmm, running and fitness are fine, but can you maybe not do...at night?" Speaking of this, Charlotte was still a bit shy, even though he already seed to understand her thoroughly inside and out, he still had energy for both morning and night activities that she couldn’t keep up with.
The elevator descended slowly, all the way to the underground parking lot, where the air beca stuffy. Atlas Hallow’s low laughter seed to dispel the oppressive atmosphere: "Exercise and fitness are ant to increase stamina, don’t you like it?"
The problem isn’t increased stamina; he simply can’t stop. If she hadn’t almost fainted without consciousness, Charlotte felt this man could continue.
"Excessive indulgence can harm the body; President Hallow should practice moderation." Charlotte said grumpily, opening the car door and getting inside.
Atlas Hallow reached over to fasten her seatbelt, then pinched her soft little face lightly: "Let’s wait until excessive indulgence does harm before moderating, shall we?"
So what he ans is, this doesn’t count as indulgence?
Charlotte felt like crying without tears.
Today’s work schedule seed quite interesting. Initially, she was practically Atlas Hallow’s subordinate, but now the relationship seed more like a partnership—it was truly fascinating.
Throughout the old town, demolition had already begun, and people had gradually started moving away. Under the autumn wind, it seed desolate and bleak. A few cars were parked in front of the construction command office, one of them belonging to Ethan Baird.
Reflecting on the hour Ethan waited yesterday, Charlotte’s face flushed warmly.
"Sorry, hmm? If I ever find you locked in a room with another man again, I’ll finish you in front of him..." Half joking, half serious, Atlas Hallow muttered softly, pulling Charlotte’s hand and walking briskly inside.
"Charlotte, good morning..." Ethan Baird wouldn’t dare call her "sweetheart" here, especially with Atlas Hallow present. He wasn’t afraid of Atlas but didn’t want to put Charlotte in a difficult situation.
"Good morning..." Her voice barely amplified, Charlotte stood beside Atlas Hallow. As they turned, her small hand quickly slipped into Atlas’s suit, pinching his waist hard through the shirt.
Indeed, skin so thick and robust that pinching had no effect, her fingertips hurt.
No one noticed Charlotte’s small gesture. Joseph Shaw led Charlotte along with Ethan Baird to walk into the entire old city area, accompanied by a very young, capable short-haired woman: "Good morning everyone; I’m Annie Gray. Today, I’m in charge of showing you around our major areas."
Charlotte was very fortunate to have had the foresight to wear flat shoes. The girl nad Annie earned her admiration; wearing high heels, she walked on such roads as if on an elegant and dignified model runway.
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