After Hailey Hill left, the lingering scent from her clothes slowly began to dissipate in the air. Atlas Hallow sat behind his desk, watching the fluctuating data on the computer, and pressed a button on the desk: "Secretary Miller, come in for a moment..."
Charlotte Miller knew he would give her trouble.
Her abrupt intrusion just now, although brief, was still considered a breach of protocol.
That female guest had just left, merely ten minutes ago.
She heard the sound of high heels tapping on the floor, feeling curious and wanting to open the door for another good look, but it was just a thought.
The connection between this woman and Atlas Hallow was certainly significant. Although she didn’t see anything improper when she pushed the door open, there was still a detail worth her scrutiny.
Atlas Hallow sat on the same sofa with her.
With what she knew about a man like Atlas Hallow, if the relationship wasn’t special, he definitely wouldn’t share a sofa with a woman.
His office was very spacious, with a complete set of sofas placed near the floor-to-ceiling window. Two sofas faced each other with a large rectangular coffee table between them. Typically, guests would sit face to face for conversation, yet they sat on the same sofa.
The woman’s body clearly leaned towards Atlas Hallow’s side. Atlas sat a bit more properly, but his hand was resting on the sofa right in the position of her shoulder. If she guessed correctly, Atlas was either hugging the woman’s shoulder or patting her shoulder when she pushed the door open.
Hugging the shoulder implies intimacy, patting it suggests comfort; so which one was it?
While she was still puzzled, Atlas Hallow unexpectedly asked her to enter his office.
Calling her "Secretary Miller" was his way of reminding her of her position at the company and hinting that what she did was inappropriate.
Not that it matters — although the Miller Family’s vulnerabilities were in Atlas Hallow’s hands, she still married him as agreed. If he expects her to tolerate such nonsensical relations, then there’s no way she’s going along with it.
If he genuinely had a woman he liked from the start, he should have married that person directly. Why did he have to marry the Miller’s daughter?
Standing at the door of the president’s office, Charlotte Miller took a deep breath and knocked firmly.
"Come in..." When the man’s deep voice rose in the air, Charlotte Miller’s heart sank a little.
This man was her husband, her first man, the one who turned her from a girl into a woman. But before her, didn’t he also turn many girls into women, like the Miss Hill who came to see him today?
"Why don’t you dare look at me?" Atlas Hallow looked at the slender figure pushing the door open with her head down, beckoning her to come closer.
No way, Charlotte murmured to herself, yet her feet slowly moved forward.
Atlas Hallow had an innate formidable aura and commanding presence.
"President Hallow, is there something you need?" Charlotte Miller stubbornly lifted her clear and transparent little face, stopping about two meters away from Atlas’s desk, refusing to get any closer.
"You know to call me President Hallow, yet you were clear-headed just now. What was that about, hmm?" Atlas stood up. This little woman’s temper was truly significant. Her gentle demeanor was merely an exterior; she could easily deceive people thoroughly.
"I’d like to ask you what’s going on, how could there be a woman waiting for you in your office? President Hallow, this seems against the rules, doesn’t it?" How dare he question her. Although she shouldn’t have intercepted Daniel Parker herself to deliver coffee, Atlas’s office was not for guests — that was a firm rule. Who was that woman?
Actually, it was very simple, that woman wasn’t a guest.
"What, are you jealous?" Atlas Hallow, seeing her reaction, suddenly felt a surge of good mood, and even the sharp curve of his lips softened as he stood up.
"Not really, I just want to know who she is. Atlas Hallow, who is she?" There’s no need to beat around the bush with a man like him; his mind worked much better than hers.
In this world, the ones who beat around the bush the most are businessmen, let alone Atlas Hallow, the most successful businessman.
She asked directly without circling around. Charlotte faintly felt that this woman was very peculiar. Perhaps there was a connection between Hailey Hill and her own marriage into the Hallow Family.