For rchants, profit is paramount; this is an eternal truth.
"When she was in the United States, she was not my woman." The rich taste of the cigarette passed through her throat, entered her body through the windpipe. The white smoke tried its best to relax her body and mind, but only heaven knew there was never a mont he truly relaxed.
With such a vast business empire, how could he possibly relax to maintain its enduring prosperity?
Yet, the mont he saw Charlotte Miller, his entire heart felt different.
Atlas Hallow would never forget that first sight of Charlotte Miller, how the sunlight cast a beautiful glow on her face. She was destined to beco his woman.
It was as if a gift from heaven was placed before him amidst nurous twists of fate. He greedily accepted it, but the beauty of this gift made him doubt whether he could possess it for long.
He wanted to keep Charlotte Miller by his side, even if it ant caging her, as long as she couldn’t escape the circle he drew.
Returning her to work in an environnt like Currency City would only make her grow stronger, until one day she could rival him and escape his grasp. This was an outco he never wanted to see.
So Atlas Hallow knew he wouldn’t give Charlotte Miller any chance to reach the outside world.
She could have an entire sky, but that sky could only be him.
"You an that there’s no room for negotiation?" Joseph Shaw couldn’t understand why Atlas Hallow insisted on not letting Charlotte Miller participate in this case that shook the whole business world. Charlotte had the chance to make a na for herself, and both companies could benefit. Most importantly, Charlotte was his wife and held the Miller Family’s weakness in his hands. He wasn’t afraid Charlotte wouldn’t give her all, so why did Atlas refuse such a good opportunity?
"Next topic." Atlas Hallow didn’t even want to hear another man ntion Charlotte’s na, not even from his business partner, his good friend.
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"Miss Miller, there’s a courier downstairs who says he has sothing important to deliver to you personally. Would you like to go down to get it, or should he bring it to your office?" The receptionist looked at the courier wearing a baseball cap. He was really tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. Such a great figure, it’s a pity he wasn’t a model but a courier boy instead.
"I’ll go downstairs, thank you..." Why would there be a courier for her at this ti? Could it be that Luna Miller has stirred up sothing again?
His face was sowhat obscured, as he wore a baseball cap and mask, but from the outlines, he seed very handso. The receptionist admiringly looked, her eyes shining, "Handso guy, what’s your phone number? I often need couriers to send things."
"Sorry, I only deliver to fixed clients." The voice coming from the mask was sowhat muffled but exceptionally charming; what a pity.
Who else in this world could afford his wages?
Ethan Baird’s captivating almond eyes beneath the lowered cap brim held a sly smile, playful like a child...
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