CHAPTER 403: 222 HOW DOES HE HAVE THE FACE TO ASK? (9,000 WORDS)_2

She should not be able to leave.

The plane was a bit bumpy in the clouds, encountering turbulence, and Atlas Hallow’s heart was as unsettled as the turbulent air currents.

He wished he were the one flying the plane, wished to immediately fly to Charlotte Miller’s side.

The moment the plane landed, his heart didn’t feel a bit lighter, as if it became even more anxious.

She was so close, stirring his unresting mind.

He still drove the car like a madman all the way to Ethan Baird’s company building.

In the past three years, Ethan Baird had returned to handle some matters, but now the Currency City Company was only maintaining regular operations, not taking on many cases. Atlas Hallow had always wondered if Ethan Baird was waiting for Charlotte to return?

But as days went by, it seemed to be an indefinite wait.

Today, Charlotte returned to the company, confirming his earlier suspicions were correct.

As soon as she came back, she organized a high-level meeting. Is she preparing to start working again?

Thinking about this, Atlas Hallow seemed to be revitalized.

He and she finally had an intersection again, even if these intersections were forced by him.

"I want to see Charlotte," Atlas Hallow strode into Ethan Baird’s company. The receptionist recognized Atlas Hallow, as he had come here three years ago.

Now, Atlas Hallow looked a bit leaner than three years ago, making his originally sharp features even more defined. When those murky ink-like eyes swept across, they almost made the hearts of the two receptionists stop.

Too handsome, appearing more cold and indifferent than their President Baird, seeming unwilling to engage with others, but that only made the girls even more infatuated.

Their eyes were filled with little pink hearts, and their voices were so sweet it almost gave Daniel Parker goosebumps, the sugary words were too much.

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist’s gaze seemed glued to Atlas Hallow’s face.

"No." Atlas Hallow’s eyes emitted a bright light like obsidian; since entering the building, he seemed to come alive.

She’s here, he could already feel her breath and the faint fragrance from her.

She has truly returned...

His heart seemed to beat faster and faster beneath the calm surface, who could understand him?

Atlas Hallow’s thick eyelashes blinked, concealing all emotions dispersing from his deep eyes. It was joy from endless waiting like despair to now, no one would understand his feelings.

The meeting was nearing its end when Annie Gray approached and whispered in Charlotte’s ear, "President Hallow says he wants to see you downstairs."

"No time now, wait until after the meeting," Charlotte’s eyes floated with clarity and allure, she finally awaited this day.

He said he never lost, such a proud man should be humbled.

Wait if you love, leave if you don’t.

She could see him if she felt like it, right?

As it happened, she didn’t want to see him at this moment, so let him wait a while longer.

Annie conveyed the message verbatim to the reception girl, who could hardly believe it. How could a woman let a man like Atlas Hallow wait?

"Mr. Hallow, President Miller is still in a meeting, would you like to schedule an appointment with our President Miller?" The receptionist chose polite words, afraid of angering the man before her.

"I’ll wait for her." Atlas Hallow parted his thin lips, speaking softly.

He had plenty of patience to wait for her.

Having waited three years, he didn’t mind waiting a little longer.

Wasn’t his speed fast enough?

Perhaps the moment the plane landed, it flew back again?

After the meeting, Charlotte sat in her office drinking a cup of green tea made by Annie. The tender leaves unfolded slowly in the warm water, truly pleasing to the eye, and its taste was refreshingly mild, perfect for such weather.

"President Hallow is still waiting downstairs, won’t you see him?" Annie checked her watch, reminding Charlotte that someone was still waiting for her below.

Charlotte took a sip of tea, a trace of fatigue in her expression, spoke softly: "Tell him, privately, I have no connection with him, and professionally we will never be partners again, so there’s no need to meet."