For merchants, profit is paramount; this is an eternal truth.
"When she was in the United States, she was not my woman." The rich taste of the cigarette passed through her throat, entered her body through the windpipe. The white smoke tried its best to relax her body and mind, but only heaven knew there was never a moment he truly relaxed.
With such a vast business empire, how could he possibly relax to maintain its enduring prosperity?
Yet, the moment he saw Charlotte Miller, his entire heart felt different.
Atlas Hallow would never forget that first sight of Charlotte Miller, how the sunlight cast a beautiful glow on her face. She was destined to become his woman.
It was as if a gift from heaven was placed before him amidst numerous twists of fate. He greedily accepted it, but the beauty of this gift made him doubt whether he could possess it for long.
