"I don’t interfere with any investment decisions made by the company." Charlotte Miller simply bounced the problem back to Atlas Hallow, ensuring he wouldn’t trouble her over such matters.
If he decides to lend money to Luna Miller, that’s his own choice, and it won’t have anything to do with her later if Luna can’t pay it back. If he doesn’t want to lend, Luna can’t blame her either. After all, fifty million isn’t a small amount, although it might be trivial to Atlas Hallow. But she just doesn’t want to get involved in any trouble.
Protecting herself isn’t excessive, especially since she can’t even safeguard herself right now—how could she possibly have the ability to help Luna?
If Luna genuinely needed her help, she would give her all. But the problem is Luna doesn’t even understand what the entire investment is about. Lending her money would only harm her; imagine how terrifying it would be for a girl in her twenties to be burdened with fifty million in debt.
"Is this considered business?" Atlas Hallow looked at her hand, noting her particularly beautiful fingernails like pieces of light pink crystal. She didn’t wear makeup, not even nail polish—a truly simple girl.
But listening to her words reveals that his wife is actually far from simple. At such a young age, she’d already learned how to deflect issues back at him like Tai Chi.
The problem he posed, she returned immediately—clean and decisive.
"You’re Charlotte Miller’s sister; I find it hard to refuse." The less she liked getting involved in these matters, the more he wanted to stir things up. It seemed the Miller Family wasn’t chaotic enough yet, and a bit more chaos would be even better.
Charlotte Miller’s ears were ringing; he dared to speak like this, forcing her into a situation she was eager to avoid.
She had just clarified it was business-related, yet this man linked it to her relationship with Luna.
Now facing Atlas Hallow, she truly couldn’t gain the upper hand. Damn...
If she says no, it would really seem unkind—would Luna jump up in anger?
Her only option was to keep a close watch on Luna’s investment project, ensuring that the borrowed money was repaid within the deadline.
"Brother-in-law, thank you. So whom should I contact about the venue rental?" Atlas could directly transfer the money to her account, but someone needed to follow up on the venue matters. She wasn’t expecting Atlas Hallow to be patient enough to personally oversee a film crew.
"You arrange it; if there’s any inconvenience, directly contact Daniel Parker." Atlas never once lifted his gaze to look at Luna, his focus remaining on her slender hands that resembled Tina White’s.
"Hmm..." At this point, she had no choice. The money was lent; handling this would at least allow her to understand the film’s progress and expenses.
It wasn’t her money, but it did stem from her involvement. She would watch over it for the Hallow Clan, perhaps out of professional habit.
Making every penny invested by clients responsible was a principle she always adhered to.
After Luna left, Charlotte immediately threw off Atlas Hallow’s hand and stood up.
"Don’t pretend you don’t understand my stance; I don’t want you to lend her money." Charlotte was extremely annoyed. He continued to toy with her repeatedly, like a cat playing with a mouse—is this amusing?
"Angry?" Atlas Hallow stood up as well, moving towards her step by step, bringing an intensely suffocating sense of oppression...