But would she dare to do that? If she hadn't betrayed him first, how could he have the heart to hurt her at all?
"President Hallow, please don't make it difficult for me..." Annie's lips were dry with tension, knowing Atlas Hallow's temperament was no better than Joseph Shaw; they were cut from the same cloth.
Atlas Hallow didn't say a word, his back seemed like a silent iceberg.
Annie began to worry for Charlotte; what was she going to do later?
Worrying was meaningless, the elevator in this building was top-notch, and reached the eighteenth floor in no time.
Atlas Hallow had been here before, so he was familiar with the office layout; Annie nervously followed him but felt helpless to stop anything.
Charlotte should be resting in her pajamas now; these pajamas were newly prepared for her before she returned.
She looked tired earlier; perhaps she was already wrapped in the blanket and fast asleep.
Annie followed, contemplating how best to resolve this situation.
