It’s utterly disgraceful to the Miller Family’s upbringing and completely unlike Madam Freya’s daughter.
Both daughters of the Miller Family, how is it that one is gentle and kind, courteous and polite, while the other is arrogant and unruly?
In this case, the boss has truly found a treasure, because if he had married Luna Miller, that would have been truly terrible.
However, if Luna had indeed become Mrs. Hallow, she might have already been trained to be obedient by the boss, after all, the boss’s methods aren’t ordinary, able to make someone break down and not want to live anymore.
Luna wore a large black wide-brim hat, as there were still some wounds on her face, the brim pressed low. She wore sunglasses to cover her already small face, without a mask, one could faintly see a distinct small scar on her pointed chin.
She couldn’t believe it, all her bank cards were frozen, not a single one worked.
She only had a few thousand dollars in cash on her, and now her mother has also sided with Charlotte, insisting that she must go to the United States.
Why should she listen to Charlotte?
Her mistake was choosing Jack Smith in a moment of madness, thinking that since Atlas Hallow had a physical defect and always looked stern, he might have psychological issues, she was just overthinking. Otherwise, if she’d bitten the bullet and married him back then, she’d now be in possession of Atlas Hallow’s immeasurable wealth and assets. It would be her making Charlotte stay in the United States forever and not come back.
Gritting her teeth in hatred, before all these things happened, although she sometimes didn’t like Charlotte much either, there was at least no such conflict. But looking at everything her sister had done since returning to the country, it seems she’s more complicated than she appears, or maybe she planned it all along.
Sitting in the top-floor reception room, looking around at everything, she realized she had really made the wrong choice, because the one standing here is someone worth...
"Your sister has already come to the door, have you thought about how to deal with it?" Atlas Hallow parked the car, then got out to open the door for Charlotte.
Charlotte was taken aback, not expecting Atlas to move so quickly, freezing all of Luna’s bank cards. With Luna’s lifestyle, she probably couldn’t survive a single day without money, right?
"You froze them, so you should deal with it." Charlotte kept her head down, her long lashes shielding the light in her eyes, obscuring all her thoughts.
She was still minding the words Atlas had said in the car. Although they were true, they poured cold water over her from head to toe, making her heart grow cold in a way that wasn’t visible to the eye.
The momentary passion was easily extinguished. She didn’t know how much courage she had left to rekindle it again and again.
It was obvious that Atlas had some feelings for her, but why did he have to look down on her from such a height?
The best kind of relationship between a man and a woman should be built on mutual respect. But, she never received the respect she deserved, not from the very beginning.
Atlas Hallow, the kind of man who, subconsciously, prefers to tame, and she is not a pet.
Without saying anything else, he just reached out to hold her tightly by the waist into the elevator.
So her sister had indeed been here, there was still a lingering trace of perfume in this elevator that went straight to the top floor.
She had no desire to deal with this matter since Atlas had frozen Luna’s bank cards, just hand this hot potato over to him. Luna, so headstrong, needed to be disciplined by someone, Atlas was quite suitable, at least his aura was strong enough to subdue her.
After all, she was still the younger sister, and today she really wasn’t feeling very well.
"There’s nothing important this afternoon, I want to rest for a bit." Her porcelain-white face still had long lashes drooping down, with a faint darkness beneath her eyelids showing she was somewhat tired, as she had too many things to handle these days.
"Mm, I’ll take care of it..." Atlas’s deep voice rose in the air, as if to give her enough assuring confidence, but Charlotte still stubbornly refused to look at him.
Such a temper, with one word not to her liking, she dared to show him a cold face. Actually, he had never really lost his temper with her or thought about doing anything to her. If that day ever really came, he wondered what she would be like.
Atlas himself didn’t dare to imagine if that day would come, if it did, Charlotte would surely shed more than just her stubborn skin, he would extract even the proud bones from her one by one.