The same man, yet the scent was different. The faint musk on Atlas Hallow's body subtly infiltrated her breath, enveloping her in its unique fragrance, and expelling the nauseating odor of other men from her world.
The person outside glanced in, instantly recognizing the young couple as wealthy. Though their clothes didn't display any brands, he could tell they were rich – people like them usually preferred settling things with money. At least today's beating wasn't in vain.
"How dare you speak! It's good enough I haven't accused you of harassment. I can go prove it if this isn't your doing?" Charlotte Miller was furious, finding such people truly detestable.
She extended her hand, revealing two conspicuous red finger marks on her jade-like slender wrist. Atlas Hallow eyed those marks, his gaze icy and filled with murderous intent, almost suffocating.
