Atlas Hallow’s handso face turned extrely pale, and his burning eyes looked at Charlotte Miller, noticing the icy coldness in her eyes. He felt as if a bone had been removed from his body, making it difficult for him to stand up due to the pain.
He didn’t even dare to look at her eyes that held not only indifference but also clear resentnt.
"Who is he? Jack Smith?" Atlas Hallow asked, his eyes filled with a murderous rage, genuinely feeling the impulse to kill soone.
"Wrong, I don’t need to account for this to you. I’ve already said that in private we have no connection whatsoever, and in public, there is no possibility of collaboration between us. You can leave now," Charlotte Miller coldly issued the order to leave.
Atlas Hallow looked down from above at the woman sitting in the sofa. She wore a loose-fitting lake-blue cotton-linen pajama, her hair was slightly ssy, and her small feet were bare, yet it didn’t conceal her powerful presence.
What had she been through all these years?
Only pain can make a woman strong. Has she lived in pain all these years?
"Charlotte..." Atlas Hallow’s voice was so hoarse it made one’s heart tremble.
But Charlotte Miller didn’t want to converse with him. Her delicate lips blood like flowers, uttering coldly, "Leave now..."
Her features were still picturesque, her eyes shining more brilliantly than diamonds. Ti had taken away much, including so of the youthful innocence she once had, but left her with a srizing beauty full of allure, making it hard for anyone to look directly.
"Also, once you’re done creating trouble, return my diamond ring to . After all, it was given to by my husband. President Hallow, with all your years of hard work managing the Hallow Clan and profiting abundantly, surely you wouldn’t resort to stealing my diamond ring to curry favor with a girl?" Charlotte Miller poured herself a glass of water, noting how he hadn’t changed a bit over the years, still preferring the hard approach.
But now she couldn’t be intimidated by him.
"However, if you say you can’t afford it, I might consider giving it to you." She took a sip of hot water, shrugged with an amused expression, playfully looking at Atlas Hallow.
Thinking of her little Atlas and Mia Miller, the resentnt felt like thousands of insects gnawing at her heart, causing a numb pain.
Therefore, she truly showed no courtesy to Atlas Hallow.
For now, it was just words, and when she took action, she wouldn’t show any rcy either.
"I know you hate for the miscarriage, but I didn’t know you were pregnant. That day I drank too much..." Speaking of this, his regret was imnse, to the point he even had a desire to kill himself.
He watched Charlotte Miller sip her tea indifferently, a deep despair glimring in her eyes: "Did you actually get married? Do you really want to sever all ties with ?"
The ripping pain almost made him unable to stand firm...
"Of course, don’t I deserve to marry a good man? Or am I only ant to satisfy your desires and bear your children? Atlas Hallow, you’ve gone too far." Upon hearing Atlas Hallow’s words, Charlotte Miller felt so agitated she almost jumped up.
Who did he think he was, expecting her to remain unmarried for life for him?
"Am I... not good enough?" Atlas Hallow’s low voice slowly rose, and when it escaped his thin lips, it seed to shatter into sadness upon touching the air.
"How could you even ask such a question? President Hallow not only does business well but is also quite pleased with himself." Charlotte Miller almost wanted to laugh—what gave this man the right to ask such a question?
How could he have the audacity to ask?
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