Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 19 - 017 How to tuck in the legs?

Atlas Hallow is an incredibly intelligent person. While Charlotte Miller can observe the entire group company through the restaurant, he is also understanding her inner world through her actions and behaviors.

Atlas’s entrance into the restaurant undoubtedly caused quite a stir, but when he sat down by the window, it was as if an automatic protective circle formed around him, with no one daring to sit within a few meters.

Does he usually have lunch here? Charlotte wandered around the restaurant, eyeing the food on display to see if it was running out, while also distractedly watching Atlas Hallow. The autumn sun streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows softened the angular and resolute lines of his face, while delicate layers of musk scent spread in the air, invading her breaths.

She is especially sensitive to scents, and his scent is uniquely unforgettable.

After Atlas sat down, Daniel Parker brought him a glass of water. "Should I have the chef prepare something special for you?" Presumably, today his boss had come to the restaurant to keep an eye on things, having lunch must be secondary.

"No need," Atlas said calmly, his gaze falling on Charlotte Miller’s legs.

She changed into the restaurant’s uniform.

The ratio of male and female executives in the company is roughly eight to two, with more female servers in the restaurant, seemingly to let these elites working under high pressure relax a little during meals. So, the skirts of these girls seem to be a bit short, Charlotte’s was comparatively longer.

Most of the girls would love to pull their skirts up higher because being an executive at Hallow Clan, their academic qualifications naturally need not be mentioned, and the annual salary is quite generous. Such men are very popular with young girls.

Every girl wishes to be Cinderella. They hope that a pair of glass slippers will allow them to marry a rich and handsome man. But have they thought about it? If the glass slippers really fit, how could they fall off while running? Her little white shoes are the most comfortable; she doesn’t need anyone to give her a pair of glass slippers.

When you bloom, the gentle breeze comes...

This saying suits Charlotte, she truly is a girl who doesn’t need magic or glass slippers — standing there is enough to attract a man’s gaze.

Beautiful like the most alluring landscape.

"Miss Miller, may I call you Charlotte? Are you new to working at the restaurant? I didn’t see you yesterday," the earnest youth from the company couldn’t wait to introduce himself to Charlotte.

Atlas sat not far away, quietly watching, with a cold gleam in his pupil, condensing the air bit by bit, yet the earnest youth didn’t sense it and had already begun asking for her phone number.

Charlotte also sensed the displeasure in Atlas Hallow’s eyes. She finally managed to work here, escaping the people and affairs of the Hallow Family. She absolutely couldn’t afford to make Atlas unhappy, so she seriously rejected all kinds of invitations from this enthusiastic youth.

"I’m afraid not, Mr. Lee, I already have a fiancé I’m discussing marriage plans with." That should be clear, right? In fact, it wasn’t any engaged fiancé she mentioned, considering her status, she was already a married woman, but she couldn’t reveal her identity.

"If you need anything, feel free to contact me, I don’t mind." The earnest youth was overly persistent, handing over his business card, "My mobile number is on it."

Charlotte gently shook her head and did not take the delicate business card.

She no longer conversed with this young man with thick eyebrows and bright eyes, afraid of hurting such a young person, his eyes betrayed the genuine liking he had for her, at least in this moment.

She doesn’t ponder Atlas’s feelings for her, love or fondness right now shouldn’t be spoken of, right?

They don’t understand each other, yet suddenly become the most familiar strangers, so anything like love or fondness seems too strained for now, but all men have a commonality, whether he’s a business tycoon or a small vendor — none of them likes their wife having too much contact with other men.

Daniel Parker, however, was nearly panicking, wishing he could immediately go and pull the man away. What was his name again, Mr. Lee? He should carefully consider what words to engrave on his tombstone; how dare someone tease the CEO’s wife casually? He’s already instructed not to give dirty, tiring, or heavy tasks, and nobody should make things difficult for Charlotte, but why not consider that beautiful women always end up in trouble, especially since Charlotte is particularly, extremely, ultimately beautiful.

Standing there, even wearing a black and white uniform skirt, there is a unique flavor that makes hearts tremble, as if looking at an oil painting.

Atlas stood up and walked towards the long-serving counter, his movement stirring the air with a hint of chill.

The earnest youth seemed to sense a different atmosphere too. Indeed, this was not the time to converse with restaurant staff for too long in the dining hall. With so many eyes on him, he awkwardly put his business card back in his pocket, took up his plate of pre-selected food, and returned to his seat.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw Atlas stand up momentarily, her heart was suspended, luckily nothing happened, being in the same space with this man seemed like every moment was heart-stopping and walking on thin ice.

Atlas picked up a tray, starting to choose food. His meal choices were very simple, surprisingly picking only a large plate of shrimp fry rice from the main area. Charlotte watched the plate he nearly wiped clean in curiosity; with his status, shouldn’t he be having high-end dishes each meal? His dining habits were notably unpretentious.

When Atlas passed by Charlotte’s side, his steps paused...

Suddenly, it felt as if time froze, all sounds vanished in that moment. No one dared to outright look at what the president stopping before a restaurant service worker meant, what was he going to do? Probably everyone was mentally picturing different scenarios.

"Nice legs, but better keep them hidden." Atlas lowered his head, speaking a hushed sentence only the two could hear in her ear, then carried his plate of fried rice back to his seat.

A news spread throughout the entire Hallow Clan Tower within seconds that Atlas, known as not sociable with women, had proactively spoken a sentence to a restaurant server. The female executives dining began gossiping in their group chat extensively, then started one after another in crafting vivid stories.

Charlotte stood there somewhat stunned, how does one ’keep them hidden’? Fold them? Or cut them off? He wouldn’t be that bloody, would he?