CHAPTER 395: 215 BOSS, ARE YOU SERIOUS ABOUT PLAYING?

People at different times feel different emotions.

For Atlas Hallow, spending a night at the police station was merely to prevent any other man from taking Charlotte Miller away.

But for Charlotte Miller, it was extremely cruel.

She didn’t want to stay in the interrogation room at the police station even a bit. There was only glaring white light, chillingly cold air, and deathly silence.

So she hated him. She hated this man for being so ruthless, not only for not saving her but also for preventing others from saving her.

He must have known that she couldn’t have killed someone.

Charlotte spent the night lost in thought, her stomach started to ache slightly...

She thought it was too cold, so she gently rubbed her hands together to warm them up, then placed them on her cool belly, but it only got colder.

Sweat slowly started to seep from her forehead, drop by drop slipping down her pale face.

From the pain of cold to slowly cramping, Charlotte practically crawled out calling, "Could I have a cup of hot water..."

Because she was a female prisoner, they particularly assigned a female officer to watch her tonight. The officer, feeling sleepy, said coldly, "So many issues, bear with it, when morning comes, you can go home." She tugged the coat draped over her and continued to look at her phone.

The pain started to stir turbulently, so painful she couldn’t stand, Charlotte always thought there was something moving in her abdomen, gradually, a bit of bloodstains seeped onto the floor where she sat.

The doctor today mentioned some bleeding during the checkup, at that time everyone thought it was too strenuous, but Charlotte realized the reason for the bleeding should not be that, her face turned pale as she called the officer, "Hurry up, take me to the hospital, I need to go to the hospital right now, please..."

Being a woman herself, she knew what was happening to her body.

It might have been during his stay in the primitive forest, or perhaps during those two times later on. But after her last miscarriage, her cycle was disturbed, so even she hadn’t figured it out.

It cannot be like this; she already lost the little Hallow, she cannot let this happen again.

Even if this child belongs to Atlas Hallow, she wants to keep it.

The man’s cruelty and heartlessness have nothing to do with this child.

The officer found her voice somewhat eerie when she saw Charlotte’s face, and it looked even worse than a corpse.

In the night, the police car rushed towards the hospital.

Atlas Hallow returned to the apartment, so cold and clear that even her scent almost could not be found.

He had Daniel Parker follow Ava Walker, thinking that even if she could be bailed out, she would always carry the suspicion of being a suspect; he knew Charlotte cared about that.

The police must act according to many rules, but he doesn’t need to.

He can do whatever he wants, even play with her life as he wishes.

On such a spring night, after a cold shower to wake up, there were still many things to handle.

He planned to solve everything before Oliver Baird could take Charlotte away; even if a hero saves the beauty, it should be him—who is Oliver anyway?

He laughed coldly, and while undressing, he realized his abdomen had turned blue in a large area, paining sharply whenever he inhaled.

He had quite the strength; if he weren’t afraid of hurting Charlotte, it might be uncertain who would win in a fight.

After showering and changing, Daniel Parker’s call had come.

There were still a few hours until nine in the morning, enough time to pry open Ava Walker’s mouth.

In the same suburban warehouse, when Ava Walker and Ella Johnson were bound and pushed inside, they felt a chill in their hearts, and upon seeing Daniel Parker in the middle, they were so scared as if their souls had left their bodies.

They had done it all very secretly, how could anyone know?

Ava was almost certain that Charlotte would have no chance to turn things around this time, but she hadn’t expected that her actions would be immediately caught by Atlas Hallow.

She didn’t daringly think it was because of another reason, for there are no such coincidences in the world.

As she thought more, a chill arose from the soles of her feet and raced to her heart.

Daniel Parker being here meant Atlas Hallow must be nearby, right?

Ava anxiously scanned around, not sensing Atlas’s presence, not feeling his aura.

"Miss Walker, before President Hallow arrives, just confess everything, otherwise you’ll just suffer," Daniel Parker, completely different from the executive assistant in Hallow Clan Tower during the day, said.

His shirt buttons had been undone a couple, the tie left untied, sleeves rolled up, giving off a bit of a weary flavor.

Daniel Parker was a bit impatient; being roused up in the middle of such a night to fetch people over to this place, who knew what kind of madness his boss would throw.

He knew the broad strokes of the matter, newfound respect surfaced for Ava Walker – could she actually willfully commit murder?

Moreover, she framed Charlotte Miller; surely this couldn’t be something she and her mother could accomplish on their own.

"What is there to confess if you have evidence; send me to the police station," Ava said, her voice trembled a bit, feeling guilty but having been quite discreet, what evidence could there actually be?

"There’s no evidence now, but soon it will be," his boss was coming, then of course evidence would appear, what’s difficult about that.

In terms of coercion, his boss didn’t need to lift a finger to force a confession out of the hardest of mouths; let alone a woman.

When it came to such dealings, it was child’s play; initially, he was ready to act, but his boss wanted to handle it himself, so Daniel awaited the spectacle.

Not having seen a nerve-wracking scene for a long time, his old bones felt almost numb.

If truly about to be harsh, his boss wouldn’t differentiate between men and women.

Even Daniel Parker couldn’t help but sweat for Ava.

Soon, there was the sound of cars outside, with headlights from the car illuminating the entire warehouse, causing a sharp pain in people’s eyes.

When the car door opened, a tall sturdy man stepped into the night fog, resembling the most handsome devil coming to claim lives.

Ava could vaguely see, the piercing car light behind him cast a shadow like a demon slowly spreading its wings.

Was he here to collect her life?

Ava stubbornly bit down refusing to confess, if she were to die she would pull someone down with her, and that would be Charlotte Miller; they would die together.

As Atlas Hallow’s dark as night eyes narrowed slightly, a deep voice arose in such a spring night, "I know you won’t speak, so I didn’t plan to make you start talking immediately."

He crossed his long legs leaning against the black car before a figure in a white coat and mask holding a medical kit stepped out of another car behind.

She wasn’t sick, why call a doctor for help?

Atlas Hallow laughed coldly, Daniel already approached, leaning against the car hood like Atlas, then he pulled out a cigarette to hand to Atlas, lighting it, and one for himself.

"Let’s start with a couple drills," Atlas pointed at Ava, the doctor seemed to smile a bit, but it was hard to see with the mask on.

The smile had a hint of cruelty and wickedness.

After opening up the white medical kit, the doctor slowly spread a spotless white napkin on the floor, then laid out some tools, small ones like pens with sharp drill bits.

"Put this over her mouth," the doctor handed a transparent silicone cover to the guard to put over Ava’s mouth so that her mouth would be stretched open, completely exposing her teeth.

"What are you going to do, let me go..." Ava, watching the procedure, began to feel terror crawling across her skin, what were they planning?

Atlas Hallow’s dark eyes remained fixed on her, if she would stop stirring up trouble and peacefully live out her remaining days, fine. The Hallow Family had fueled her courage with luxurious provisions, yet she dared frame his woman for such an act.

She was risking her life.

"This is illegal..." Ella Johnson cried out as she saw them pushing the silicone cover into her daughter’s mouth, showing a whole array of teeth, she started yelling, wanting to clash with Atlas desperately.

Daniel Parker nearly laughed, the old lady spoke as if they hadn’t broken the law themselves.

Having lived with the boss in the Hallow Family for many years, couldn’t she see the boss meant business this time?