There are certain people who are born with leadership qualities, who can make everyone quiet down with just a glance or a few words, and Atlas Hallow is one of those people.
When it beca quiet, only the continuous shutter sounds of caras remained. In the face of the dazzling flashlights like stars, the deep, dark eyes of Atlas Hallow didn’t even blink. He just stood there, allowing the interwoven lights from the caras to cast his clear and distinct, handso features even more vividly.
"I attended today’s press conference personally just to clarify two points..." Atlas Hallow appeared both calm and relaxed.
It’s as if the dangers faced by the Hallow Clan in recent days had not affected him at all.
"First, the lady standing beside is not my lover, she’s my wife. The Hallow Clan’s capital increase plan was handed over to her before we even t." Atlas Hallow spoke candidly, glancing at Charlotte Miller beside him with a slight smile, then continued speaking.
Charlotte’s mind buzzed instantly; his faint smile seed to carry a hundred-thousand-volt electrical charge, leaving her feeling tingly and numb all over.
"As for Rowan Diaz, whom everyone is concerned about, in reality, it’s not what you imagined. He did fall into a coma due to a brain vascular rupture caused by stress, but the pressure didn’t co from the Hallow Clan or his proposal being rejected. It was because he had received money from two private equity firms and promised to secure the Hallow Clan’s capital increase for them. When he realized he couldn’t deliver, that led to his brain vessel rupture." After Atlas Hallow wrapped up the matter, the entire press conference venue virtually exploded.
"Initially, I didn’t want to make Rowan Diaz’s family more upset, so none of this was made public. Now all evidence has been submitted to the court. It’s regrettable that Rowan Diaz took bribes and sold the company’s business secrets, but I still hope he wakes up." Atlas Hallow took Charlotte Miller’s hand, ready to leave.
Reluctantly, reporters surged forward. What Atlas Hallow said today was already a bombshell that blew everyone’s rationality away, wanting only to grab more shots.
"President Hallow, could you say a few more words?"
"Did you and Miss Miller have a flash marriage?"
"Will you hold Rowan Diaz accountable, or provide the Diaz Family so humanitarian compensation?"
The suddenly crowding people, along with countless recording devices and even caras’ lenses, nearly hit her face. Charlotte had never experienced such a press conference before.
The strong arm of the man beside her wrapped tightly around her, seeming to build a solid fort for her, blocking the surging crowd from entering her world. Her small face pressed tightly against his chest, hearing nothing but his powerful heartbeat and the distinct musk scent unique to him seeping into her breath...
This feeling was astonishing; no matter how many people were around, in this mont, it seed as if the whole world contained only him.
The staff and security quickly unfurled a barrier, separating them from the reporters, allowing them to leave smoothly.
Even after Atlas Hallow finished and left, the reporters couldn’t calm down.
This was too sensational.
Atlas Hallow and Charlotte Miller were already married. It wasn’t the rumored lover relationship, nor was it a transaction of beauty. They were a legitimate couple, and it’s only normal for them to have a relationship. And Rowan Diaz picked up on others’ money, pressuring himself until his brain vessel burst, which was a total plot twist.
The Diaz Family’s legal team was already hired, demanding a massive lawsuit for compensation and requesting an apology from Charlotte, yet the Hallow Clan remained quiet. Initially, it seed like the Hallow Clan would pay a large sum in compensation, but now it looks like that’s no longer the case. The Hallow Clan will pursue Rowan Diaz for leaking business secrets, and the situation has unexpectedly reversed.
In the elevator, Ava, like the other top reporters, couldn’t process what she had just heard.
He just held her waist calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Everyone thought Rowan Diaz had the upper hand, but Atlas Hallow probably knew about these things a long ti ago. Yet, he said nothing, watching as Rowan Diaz’s family made a bigger ss, personally pushing the Hallow Clan into such danger, then standing on the riverbank as people fought in the water, all without even getting his hem wet.
The truly formidable person isn’t the one who, from the start, shows off their power, but soone like Atlas Hallow, who quietly disregards the situation. He is the one with real claws but just keeps them hidden; he ends the farce with a ten-minute press conference after having watched it play out.
An enigmatic man, impossible to understand what he really intends.
However, Charlotte had to admit she was moved.
When he told everyone she wasn’t his lover or any other type of relationship, but his wife, that tender smile at the corner of his lips truly lted her heart. If Atlas Hallow truly wanted a woman, it’s estimated no one could escape from him. He really is a man exuding a hundred-thousand-volt electricity.
The elevator reached the top floor as Atlas Hallow held Charlotte into his office.
"For..." she was silenced before she could speak as Atlas Hallow tightly embraced her, his lips capturing hers with precision.
Charlotte could only let him draw all her sweetness from her, overwheld by his unique scent.
Atlas Hallow felt her breath, sensed her sweet fluid, caught the mont of shyness beneath her clear black and white eyes, and watched as she, like a flower, slowly blossod in his embrace to her most beautiful form...
A different emotion seed to ripple between the two of them at that mont, gradually extending and rging into their bodies.
As he was moved, the male essence from his body radiated more vigorously, perating the surrounding air, enveloping her entirely within it.
"Atlas Hallow, if you really want to, then let’s have a child." She wasn’t sure if it was his words today that touched him, or for so other reason, but her whole heart felt sour and tender.
Without more consideration, if she could act recklessly, then let her be willful just this once.
Even if soday there’s no going back, she accepted it. Charlotte realized she genuinely liked this man.
Atlas Hallow’s heart trembled, holding her tighter, wanting to rge her into himself.
After the press conference, so people felt a sense of relief, while others were almost driven to madness.
Amir rushed into Atlas Hallow’s office, looking impatient: "I know you’re going to talk about her again. I’ve already said it has nothing to do with , even if it kills ."
Today, Atlas Hallow held a press conference, and Amir already had a rough idea. When Atlas called him into the office again, he really found it maddening.
"Let her stay quietly at Hallow Family’s old ho, suspend her current position, and cut off all her bank cards, including her phone card," Atlas sat opposite Amir, speaking indifferently.
"You have to watch her at the Hallow Family, make sure she doesn’t say a word until I find Ella Johnson." That’s the key point, soone has to watch over Ava, or else things will spiral out of control with the staff unwilling to intervene.
Watch her? Ava might not lose her mind, but he surely would first.
"When can you find her? Are there any leads?" Amir ruffled his hair, frustrated beyond asure.
When can she be found? Fifth Master Foster hasn’t sent any news yet.
He’s the best-inford person in this city; if even he hasn’t found anything, it could indeed beco troubleso.
Where on earth is she hidden? She hasn’t checked into any hotels, hasn’t used any bank cards; it’s as if she vanished. Amir couldn’t be bothered to ask Ava because she definitely wouldn’t say anything.
It’s now just a matter of waiting to see if Fifth Master Foster cos through with information soon. If Ella Johnson is found, she’ll be dealt with together.
Fifth Master Foster seed a bit different lately, even the housekeeper noticed.
The deck chair with fox fur had been moved to the flower hall, the charcoal in the copper fire bowl still burning brightly, urging the daffodils to bloom.
The fragrance of the daffodils was special, light and elegant, heart-soothing.
The housekeeper hunched over slightly, carefully listening to Fifth Master’s instruction.
"Doubling the money, isn’t it enough?" When his eyebrow slightly lifted, the housekeeper nearly had a heart attack.
He’s not frugal, also not without money. Others offered Cecilia Wilson five tis the money for massages, no wonder she didn’t co to him that day, where does that leave his dignity?
"Three hundred dollars for travel expenses, how could you even suggest such a thing?" With a cold hum, sweat ran down the housekeeper’s body.
Otherwise?
What should be done? How much should be given?
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