Her odds of winning could be judged as almost zero.
"Do you want to see the consequences of handing over this material? He would vanish from the entertainnt industry, and this material is enough for him to serve several years in prison, given the huge amounts involved. You work in finance yourself, don’t you understand such an outco?" Atlas Hallow’s arm tightened around her, his low voice sounding like a lover’s whisper...
"If you don’t want to do this, I can also agree to spare him." An expression of helplessness erged in Charlotte Miller’s eyes, slowly spreading from her eyes to her soft red lips, and she uttered a sentence weakly, "Do you want not to ntion divorce?"
Atlas Hallow shook his head, truly a naive little girl, the deep voice rising in the air, "Whether you ntion divorce or not doesn’t an much to , because I don’t agree. You will forever only be Mrs. Hallow." When he said this, Atlas was absolutely certain.
"If that’s the case, why are you doing this? You can’t stand seeing attracted to another man, so you want to ruin him, right..." Before Charlotte could finish her words, her chin was fiercely gripped by Atlas’s large hand, the force reminded her of the pain when he pinched her wrist that day, but Charlotte gritted her teeth and endured without crying out, raising her eyes to look at Atlas directly, she knew her words could easily anger him.
Looking at Atlas Hallow, his gaze becoming increasingly cold as it road over her body, the surrounding atmosphere thickened with a more intense sense of danger.
Just when she felt her chin was about to be crushed by Atlas Hallow’s grip, his hand suddenly relaxed and he curled his lips into a smile.
"You are attracted to a useless fool of a man; your taste is terrible. It seems I really need to improve your taste." Actually, Charlotte knew very well that when she stepped into this office, she had already lost more than half the battle. She was so unwilling; why could he enjoy the benefits without any remorse when it was he who deceived and hurt her, this despicable man.
"If I’m in a better mood, I could give these docunts to you." Atlas Hallow released his hold on Charlotte, sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed, his gaze moving up and down over Charlotte’s body.
He seed to be waiting for her response...
"What does it take for your mood to improve?" Charlotte asked through clenched lips, unsure of what new twist this man would pull.
The darkness in the man’s gaze seed capable of consuming everything, watching Charlotte standing several ters away from him. Today, she wore a dress that tightly wrapped around her young, soft body, each curve exquisitely beautiful.
The dress had a single slender silver zipper running from the neckline to the hem; Atlas’s hand slowly lifted, landing on that zipper from a distance, then gradually tracing downward until it reached the bottom of the zipper.
Was he suggesting she unzip it herself?
"My patience isn’t great if you want to give it a try." Atlas Hallow’s mind seed unable to think anymore; how long had it been since he last tasted her?
His desire was driving him nearly crazy, but he wanted her to take the initiative. He wanted to ta this woman; didn’t she want to bask in the freedom of sunlight? How could she fly without wings?
"If you don’t like this, then get out. Next ti you co looking for , it won’t be as simple as today." Atlas’s face turned absolute and authoritarian, as cold and cruel as a demon from the Inferno.
Sitting there with his back to the light, Charlotte seed to see a pair of dark demon wings unfolding slowly from Atlas’s back, starting to encase her...
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