Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 272 - 165 He is a soul-calling banner_3

Because the window was open, the cold air from outside rushed in, making the entire room feel like an ice cave.

Ella Johnson was standing in front of the window, watching Naomi Walker pleading softly, "Ava, come in quickly..."

Looking at her daughter’s face as pale as paper and her lips cracked by the wind, Ella Johnson’s heart ached as if it were being gouged; this was her only hope.

She had struggled her entire life for this daughter, so she could rise above others and stop everyone from looking down on them. How could she be content with such an outcome now?

It was the Hallow Family who were treacherous first, yet she and her daughter ended up in such a predicament; it was terribly unfair.

Ava Walker paid no attention to her mother’s words; her long hair was adorned with a thin layer of frost, as if it had turned white overnight. When she saw the housekeeper approaching, a strange light suddenly shone in her eyes.

"How is it? What about Atlas? Has he come up?" It was so cold her teeth were chattering, making her words somewhat unclear.

The housekeeper couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing; the second young mistress is indeed strange. How could she still think the eldest young master would come up?

He shook his head and tried to speak as gently as possible. After all, preventing an incident was best, saving him trouble as well.

"Second young mistress, you’d better come down. The eldest young master will not concern himself with this matter; if you jump, you’ll only be hurting yourself." This statement clearly indicated Atlas Hallow’s stance, causing Ava Walker’s face to change dramatically, as if she were severely injured.

Her body shook like a sieve, confirming that men are indeed the most heartless and unreasonable creatures in the world.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked downstairs, as if something downstairs was drawing her like a magnet.

She saw Atlas Hallow.

He was wearing a set of loungewear, descending the marble steps one by one, until he reached the large lawn in front of the garden.

The lawn was covered with a blanket of fine white snow, and his black hair stood out starkly against it.

He looked like a celestial being descending...

Naomi Walker couldn’t see his face clearly, but she could imagine how enchanting he looked with the snowflakes falling on his thick, long lashes.

This man, she had loved him for over a decade.

But today, they could only meet in such a manner.

She threatened with death, yet he stood downstairs, waiting to watch her jump.

Ella Johnson peeked outside and also saw Atlas Hallow standing there.

Her heart was struck with a sharp pain, as if the sight of that man standing in the snow was a death sentence.

More like a soul-summoning flag.

He was summoning her daughter’s soul...

Seeing the young master standing outside, a servant hurriedly ran out with a coat, draping it over Atlas Hallow. Another servant had already raised an umbrella, intending to shield the snow falling on Atlas’s broad shoulders, but Atlas gently shook his hand, signaling the servant not to come.

Then, wearing the coat, he slowly raised his head.

When he looked at Naomi Walker on the windowsill, his gaze seemed devoid of any warmth, colder than the weather itself.

Ava Walker laughed foolishly...

This is the kind of man, no matter how cold, cruel, or heartless he is to her, she loves him madly and passionately.

If she died in front of him, would it make him remember her forever?

This thought came suddenly, like an arrow slicing through her mind, and in an instant, she let go, her body falling like a withered leaf.

The entire Hallow family was filled with piercing screams, shattering the calmness of the afternoon.

Ella Johnson rushed out but did not catch Ava Walker; she only grabbed the hem of her nightgown.

She watched her daughter, as if hypnotized, jump down. She knew her daughter wanted to throw herself into Atlas Hallow’s arms; that man, to her, was a heart demon she couldn’t rid of.

Atlas Hallow’s smile deepened; he had underestimated Ava Walker.

She really dared to die? Then he would fulfill her wish...

After all these years, Ava Walker still didn’t understand that he was someone who hated being threatened the most.

The more the threat, the more he would eradicate it completely.

Atlas Hallow picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number, while Ella Johnson, like a madwoman, rushed downstairs with such force that even the bodyguards couldn’t hold her.

She threw herself onto Ava Walker, watching her daughter tremble incessantly in pain, her face ashen as if she were about to die.