CHAPTER 394: 214 QUICK BATTLE, QUICK DECISION_6

"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?

In the police station, the aura between the two men was intimidating, making no one dare to approach. The police gasped; if things really got out of hand, it would be troublesome.

Atlas Hallow’s eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Take your brother back to the United States, and don’t get any ideas..."

"Lock her up. If you dare let her go even an hour earlier than scheduled, you can test my temper," Atlas Hallow said, turning to a few policemen rushing in before turning around to leave.

"Atlas Hallow, why do you have to be like this? You’re more cruel than the devil..." Charlotte’s trembling voice lifted into the air, slowly carrying her sorrow: "I will stay here until tomorrow. Not a second earlier. This is the biggest regret of my life knowing you, you truly make me sick..."

"Just bear with it a little longer, I’ll come to get you tomorrow morning." Oliver Baird held Charlotte’s hand, her fingers were icy cold as if devoid of warmth. She was wearing a man’s shirt, and from the collar, some ambiguous marks could be glimpsed.

How is this man going to manage? It’s downright pathetic.

While hearing Charlotte’s words behind him, Atlas Hallow didn’t need to turn around to see the hatred in her eyes; he could feel it intensely.

The kind of hatred and helplessness he had fiercely suppressed seemed to surge like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Over the past year, her final conclusion about him was that Atlas Hallow was more cruel than the devil.

As Atlas Hallow walked out of the police station, his face was already pale as paper, his whole being seemed about to collapse. He leaned against the car window, trembling, and pulled out a cigarette, taking a puff to numb the nerves, which were almost devoid of feeling due to the pain.

He took two deep drags of the cigarette, the streetlights elongating his shadow, rendering it incredibly lonely.

With a final effort, he climbed into the car, clenching his teeth and gripping the steering wheel tightly, and the black car shot out like an arrow.

On the road late at night, barely a person appeared; those bloodshot eyes seemed enveloped by mist, and his vision grew remarkably blurry. What could he do?

Charlotte, whose body had been tense, seemed to suddenly relax as if she’d soon be bailed out the next day.

The man in front of her bore some resemblance to Ethan, only a few years older, appearing much more mature and leaving a more profound impression.

"Thank you..." A choked voice escaped from her pale lips.

Oliver Baird extended his large hand, gently brushing through her hair: "Ethan says you look like the baby of our family, you truly do."

Beautiful girls are always laden with troubles, and Charlotte was no exception.

"You two stay outside the police station. No one else can take her away except me." That was the instruction regarding Atlas Hallow, staying cautious since he was a man who would repay any grudge.

"Yes..." The two tall bodyguards acknowledged and walked out to the car outside the police station, one inside and one outside.

"I have other matters, I must leave first." Oliver Baird needed a swift resolution; everything would be resolved once back in the United States.