She wondered if in her past life she had done sothing to wrong Atlas Hallow, leading to being tornted by him like this.
After she and Ethan Baird decided to terminate the contract with Atlas Hallow, the company would temporarily be managed by Annie Gray, and they could oversee operations remotely from the United States.
She had considered not terminating the contract, but feared that any connection with Atlas Hallow would involve danger. To make a clean break, she decided to sever all cooperative ties.
Still, having to go to Hallow Clan once more made her feel genuinely aggrieved.
She didn’t want to endure any more pain or threats, nor did she want to reach a point with Atlas Hallow where even eting would be overwhelmingly awkward.
Yet, fate often disregards one’s wishes. What she least wanted to happen had inevitably occurred.
"Ethan, do you think I’ll fall in love with soone else again?" Whenever she brought up Atlas Hallow’s na, it seed to imrse her in a deep sorrow.
After speaking, she realized she might have lost composure a little and slowly smiled, attempting to lighten the mood: "I’m just kidding with you..."
Ethan Baird looked at Charlotte Miller’s faint smile, in that warm and sweet expression, there seed to be a trace of pain.
This made him even more resolute in his decision to leave imdiately.
"President Hallow, Mr. Baird and Miss Miller have arrived," Daniel Parker felt a bit awkward this ti, unsure of how to address Charlotte Miller.
The boss and Charlotte Miller were already divorced, so he couldn’t still refer to her as Mrs., and calling her Miss seed strange as well. This was undoubtedly a very awkward and dangerous juncture.
"Let them wait for in the conference room," Atlas Hallow sat behind his desk, his eyes cold and deep, pressing his fist against his thin lips, gazing coldly out the window.
He had just seen, as soon as he entered Hallow Clan, through the monitor, her appearance when she walked in.
Wearing a delicately tailored suit, her fair face, she looked increasingly beautiful and enchanting.
Would she really live well after leaving him?
All his pride and dignity was, at this mont, being trampled alive by this woman; every step she took with her high heels was like stepping on his heart, bringing pain.
Atlas Hallow’s eyes were blood-red, holding back the tumultuous feelings within him, he lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags, then brutally snuffed it out in the ashtray, heading into his rest room to change clothes before stepping out.
Eternally in an unchanged black suit, his cufflinks glimred with a cold light, and he seed to have lost any warmth, devoid of any human presence.
The clock slowly struck nine, reaching the appointed ti — were they so punctual, not at all fearing him?
Charlotte Miller was very familiar with the top floor conference room.
This place often held small etings, but today this spacious and bright conference room was filled with a terrifying tension, like a certain low pressure tightly stretched, making breathing feel difficult.
Because it was a discussion about terminating contracts between the two companies, quite a few people were present.
Aside from Charlotte Miller, Ethan Baird’s side also brought along two lawyers. Annie Gray didn’t co because Charlotte feared that if any conflict arose with Atlas Hallow today, it might cause slight unhappiness in the business circle later on, given Annie’s continued presence in the city.
Charlotte Miller sat in the conference room; her identity was quite peculiar.
Previously she seed like a middle person, serving as Atlas Hallow’s secretary, Ethan Baird’s partner, and had even been Hallow Clan’s president’s wife. During those tis, her life was confusingly chaotic.
But now her identity had beco simple; she had no relation with Atlas Hallow anymore, just two collaborative companies as Party A and Party B.
When the door of the conference room was heavily pushed open, the slender figure of Charlotte Miller, imrsed in her own thoughts, shuddered intensely.
The man leading at the front, dressed in a black suit, brought his subordinates inside from outside.
His face was cold and stern, and when he glanced over, his gaze didn’t particularly fall on Charlotte Miller.
Instead, he sat down coldly at the seat directly facing her.
This was their first eting since separating at the airport.
Ethan Baird looked at Atlas Hallow, lightly greeting him: "President Hallow, long ti no see..."
Atlas Hallow’s gaze remained cold and distant; he didn’t speak, only slightly nodded at Ethan Baird, acknowledging the greeting.
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