CHAPTER 399: 219 MY PATH, I CAN WALK IT MYSELF

He had to see her, no one could stop him, he must go see her.

When Atlas Hallow stood up, he was in such pain he couldn’t straighten his back. His large hand gently covered his abdomen as he slowly adjusted his breathing, but the moment he took the first step, his sharp, sexy thin lips lost all color. He could only close his eyes, using his thick lashes to hide the pain in his eyes.

"Are you trying to act tough? The moment your wound splits open after a few steps, I’ll just send you a wreath." Daniel Parker was already fed up with his boss’s reckless ways lately, and seeing Atlas acting like this only made him more fed up.

"I need to see her." She should be hurting more than him, right? The physical pain was nothing compared to the gaping wound in his heart.

Just thinking about the beastly acts he committed in the warehouse that day made him wish he could kill himself.

Charlotte Miller, listen to me, it wasn’t on purpose. I was just drunk, I just couldn’t bear you trying to leave me all the time...

The female doctor had seen many patients, but she had never seen a man so injured yet standing and walking.

Even in such weakness, the light in his eyes did not wane. It remained cold and alluring, enough to attract any woman.

"You don’t have to go; she’s already been discharged. She left this afternoon." The doctor quickly informed Atlas after seeing him shuffle a couple of steps.

"Discharged?" That sentence struck him like lightning, splitting his mind in two, and he felt like he couldn’t stand from the pain.

"Mmm, it seems it was her boyfriend. He picked her up from the hospital today. Miss Miller was too weak to walk, so it was that gentleman who carried her out." The man who came to discharge Charlotte looked aloof but was very gentlemanly. Since Charlotte still couldn’t walk easily, he carried her out.

At that moment, all the young nurses at the station watched with envious eyes, wishing they were the ones being held.

Daniel gave the female doctor a glare, thinking these hospital docs are excellent at cutting, and their first cuts into someone’s chest are truly exceptional.

After she said that, Atlas completely fell apart, his pale, dry lips couldn’t even voice out any sound.

The searing pain ripped through his abdomen, and the fresh red blood oozed from the white bandages wrapped around him, glaringly stark.

"With your current condition, you can’t win a fight or snatch someone away. Rest peacefully first. I’ll go find out what’s going on. Even if you want to snatch someone, even if you still want her, you must have the life to do it." Daniel held the wobbling Atlas steady and helped him sit on the hospital bed.

The doctor who entered was appalled. How could such a long incision that had just been sutured open up like this?

Was he courting death?

When the doctor re-treated the wound, he simply closed his eyes lightly. No one could see what was in them; the crystalline droplets on his trembling lashes were indistinguishable between sweat from intense pain and tears of heartache.

Daniel inquired everywhere, but Charlotte disappeared without a trace.

More precisely, it was as if she had evaporated from the human world.

Like dewdrops evaporated by the sunshine, dissipating into a wisp of vapor into the skies.

Daniel lost count of how many times Atlas flew to the United States searching for his former boss’s wife, but there was no sign of her.

The name ’Charlotte Miller’ seemed never to have existed, not even leaving a trace of bank card usage anywhere.

It seemed she was determined to avoid their boss.

Time flew by; a year of spring came, a year of winter passed, and it was soon the third year since Charlotte had left...

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During these times, apart from work, Atlas appeared almost isolated from the world.

Meanwhile, in another city, North Culture under Jack Smith finally rang the bell at the stock exchange, marking Jack Smith’s official debut in the capital market.

A heavyweight guest of honor was said to have been invited to the bell-ringing ceremony, piquing everyone’s interest in Jack Smith.

From withdrawing when in popularity, going through several setbacks, just when everyone assumed he had faded away, he reappeared in public vision in this form of return, indeed cutting an impressive figure.

"I told you I would reclaim these things for you, and today I’ve given them back." The woman standing by the window sighed deeply in relief. She wore a red DOLCE & GABBANA dress, the cut perfectly hugging her sexy, slender frame, her neat black hair tied up as she turned regally like a queen.

"Jack Smith, I’ve come as promised." The woman who turned around had appeared countless times in Jack’s dreams, but none were as striking as this moment.

The Charlotte of the past seemed like a fresh little fairy, exquisitely beautiful yet untouched by worldly smoke, genuinely simple like a mountain spring.

But the Charlotte before him now was like a fire, beautifully mesmerizing, captivating enough to draw everyone involuntarily toward her.

"We’ve been in contact through emails for so long, finally I get to see you today. How have you been these years, Charlotte?" Jack stood in front of her, feelings swirling yet restrained.

He heard she was involved in a murder case but soon cleared of suspicion, and disappeared shortly after.

About two years ago, he received an email from the United States, starting his connection with Charlotte at that time.

She said she owed him a favor and was preparing to return to the domestic market.

Jack never imagined such a delicate woman would return to fight in the domestic capital market.

Looking at Charlotte, no one would ever associate her with a giant lurking in the capital background.

She wasn’t doing well, not at all, and it was all thanks to Atlas Hallow.

Actually, it wasn’t her doing poorly, it was her cherished one not doing well at all.

Thinking of this, she clenched her hand tightly, knowing everyone must pay for their deeds, including Atlas.

If he owed a life, she would have him repay it with his.

"Time’s almost up, let’s go ring the bell together." Jack looked at the time and the staff came to call them.

Jack graciously extended his hand, but Charlotte smiled, "I can walk my own road."

She didn’t want anyone to hold her; she wanted to walk her road step by step.

As Jack watched Charlotte smile, her red lips seemed like flames burning into a man’s heart. She had truly changed.

"President Hallow, North Culture is listed today. Jack Smith even managed to get listed successfully. At first, he wanted to go for an IPO in the domestic securities market, so he started accepting brokerage guidance early last year, but then suddenly changed his IPO plan about midway and decided on a reverse merger instead. Last June he announced it, and it actually happened so quickly it’s quite impressive. I guess he had some expert guidance." After dealing with some of the morning’s business and settling down for coffee, Daniel casually chatted about Jack Smith’s company’s listing as if it were a family matter.

He hoped his boss wouldn’t lose his mind and start targeting Jack, that would be terrible.

Atlas drank his coffee; hearing Jack Smith’s name, there was no ripple in his dark eyes. He simply let the bitterness of the coffee spread on his tongue.

The financial news was live broadcasting the bell-ringing ceremony, but Atlas didn’t even lift an eyelid, merely listening to the reporter’s announcement: "Today Mr. Jack has also invited a mysterious heavyweight guest, let’s all wait and see who it is."

Daniel awkwardly laughed, having hoped to find a topic to chat with his boss. Living in such a low-pressure atmosphere for so long, he was about to develop heart disease, but his boss wasn’t interested in anything.

Who would Jack invite?

If he could bring out the former boss’s wife, who had been missing for years, his boss would probably leap right into the screen.

Of course, that was just a joke, what would the former boss’s wife be doing there? Ringing the bell together?

Bored, as a figure flashed like a flame across the screen, Daniel rubbed his eyes hard. Did he really see the former boss’s wife?

He must be seeing things; how could it be possible?