But unexpectedly, just as things got a little better, the person disappeared, and the driver began to think this job was truly a heart attack waiting to happen.
"I know." Atlas Hallow said flatly, his two sharp eyebrows furrowed together.
What kind of trouble do you want to stir? Is dying once not enough? Running out in such winter weather, do you want to die a second ti?
Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, he dialed Hailey Hill’s phone, but it was already turned off.
Returning to the bedroom, the air still carried her rose fragrance. Atlas Hallow entered the dressing room and changed into a set of clothes, draped a coat over himself, and quickly left the room, vanishing inside.
Almost crawling, she stood up, the man beside her already gone. Half of the quilt was cold and there wasn’t even a trace where the pillow had sunken down.
Atlas Hallow always wakes up early. Could it be he only slept for two hours in the middle of the night before going for a morning run and then to work?
There were still many things to do, and as the project progressed, the workload in her hands was gradually increasing. She needed to prepare all the data reports. In fact, Currency City had basically beco an outstanding investnt bank, and she hoped to make its na through this battle, establishing it as the best investnt bank dostically.
This truly is like being a workhorse for Atlas Hallow, so exhausting...
Putting on a light gray small suit, the pointed high heels made her walk a bit unsteady, and today it was just not going right for her.
It helped to work on the top floor of the president’s office; otherwise, it would have been troubleso. If she were in the restaurant, people might have laughed at her.
Atlas Hallow provided her with a driver, but she rarely used them. Today, she indulged in the treatnt of being a young mistress of the Hallow Family.
She entered Atlas Hallow’s exclusive elevator, which quickly and steadily took her straight to the top floor.
The entire top floor began with air purifiers as if the bad weather outside couldn’t invade at all, and the heating temperature was just right. Yet, Charlotte Miller felt sothing was different.
After having an intimate relationship with a man, all feelings change, like now, Charlotte was very sure Atlas Hallow wasn’t here; he didn’t co to work this morning.
For Atlas Hallow was a man with a strong presence, wherever he was, there would be a unique scent similar to his distinctly layered musk, and that powerful and intimidating aura was missing.
Early in the morning, where did he go?
Today, he had two regular etings, both executive etings; he couldn’t possibly be absent. Was there sothing important?
"Assistant Parker, didn’t President Hallow co today?" Charlotte asked instinctively when she ran into Daniel Parker at the office door.
You’re his wife, if you don’t know, how would I?
This was what he thought, but of course, he couldn’t say it, so Daniel Parker answered Charlotte’s question very courteously: "President Hallow had sothing this morning but didn’t specify what."
Even though he didn’t know why Atlas Hallow didn’t co to work, as an assistant, it was his duty to cover for his boss a bit. After all, it’s not considered lying; there must be sothing that kept him from coming to work, right?
Charlotte smiled, pushed open the office door, and walked in.
Her office still had a pink rose, an extrely unique color, whose tender beauty was heart-wrenching. The air was filled with a faint rose fragrance. Even without sunlight, seeing this vibrant hue unexpectedly brightened her mood.
Perhaps he has pressing matters, Charlotte chose to trust Atlas Hallow.
After hanging up her coat, she turned on her computer, picked up the report on the desk, and started reviewing it, glancing at all the currency exchange rates and the ups and downs of major stock indexes, while also tuning into so financial news.
All the data ford a giant web in her mind, which then tightened little by little until it beca clear. She swiftly made notes and, while recording, picked up her phone to call Oliver Baird.
Atlas Hallow didn’t even call Charlotte Miller; he just disappeared for the entire day.
Charlotte realized sothing was amiss when it was already afternoon. When she called Atlas Hallow, his phone was turned off.
He was soone whose phone was on 24/7—yet at this mont, his phone was actually off?
Feeling a bit unsettled, Charlotte sat down in her office. Today, her work progressed quickly and smoothly, and she completed everything before five, yet she didn’t go back to the apartnt.
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