"Clearly your upbringing hasn't been great. You should ask her if she's yours. Do you know how to respect women? If not, I'll teach you..." Oliver Baird's charming eyes narrowed slightly, and a wicked smile spread across his handsome lips.
Suddenly, a fierce and powerful punch slammed into Atlas Hallow's abdomen. Worried about hitting Charlotte Miller since he was holding her, he quickly released his grip, and the force of the punch was so brutal that you could almost hear the sound of cracking ribs...
After taking the punch, Atlas Hallow gracefully stood up, laughed coldly, and said, "What's so fun about fighting? I said she can't be taken away, which means she can't be taken away."
He couldn't stand the sight of Charlotte in another man's arms. If she had a savior, that role could only be played by him.
This was Atlas Hallow's territory, and it wasn't for Oliver Baird to come and do anything. Was he playing the hero to rescue the damsel?
