Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 555 - 306 Not so good, then what exactly is it?

Luke Harringtons hid his identity, but still took the word "Avery" from his daughter’s name, in memory of his wife. The facts were all laid out before him, he just never wanted to believe them.

Las Vegas left its earliest and deepest imprint on Avery Jane.

Even though it was her first visit, as soon as she set foot on this land, all the dormant genes in her body were awakened one by one.

Big Head Geogre gripped those pristine, brand-new white gloves, the color so white it made one reluctant to stain them.

Joshua Hughes walked up with a cold smile, grabbing Big Head Geogre’s wrist, slowly squeezing, feeling the sensation of the bones almost being crushed. This was just a small lesson.

If he dared to look at his woman like that, he should have known the consequences.

Pain, a piercing ache shot up from the wrist, and sweat broke out on the middle-aged man’s forehead.

He could almost hear the faint sound of wrist bones breaking.

Big Head Geogre immediately let go, and the gloves fell back onto the tray, only then did Joshua Hughes release his grip.

He picked up the gloves and took Avery Jane’s delicate hands, helping her put them on. "He has a connection with you, you should see him off."

Joshua Hughes’ thin lips parted slightly, his eyes full of appreciation and encouragement.

Turning away, his gaze became cold enough to pierce the bones, looking indifferently at Big Head Geogre, "The dead are most important, and our matters always have a conclusion. Now you can leave."

He disliked the way Big Head Geogre looked at Avery Jane; Avery’s beauty naturally attracted many men to be fascinated by her, but this man’s gaze was obscene and vile, repulsive.

Avery Jane thought Joshua was referring to her encounter with Tiger Geogre a few days ago at the casino, but she could never have guessed what Joshua meant by ’connection’.

Back then, Luke Harringtons and George Parker could be considered friends. George Parker had helped Luke Harringtons a lot.

Today, Avery Jane’s actions could be seen as repaying this favor on behalf of her father.

If it hadn’t been for George Parker back then, perhaps Luke Harringtons and Catherine Wood’s fate would have been even more tragic.

"Even Young Master Parker doesn’t dare to send people away, yet he issued an eviction." Charlotte Miller murmured to Atlas Hallow, watching the fascinating scene.

"Whether or not someone dares to send people away depends on strength, not identity." After Atlas Hallow quietly said that, he felt Joshua Hughes was truly planning something big, otherwise, he wouldn’t let Big Head Geogre be so overbearing.

It seems having a common enemy with someone like Joshua Hughes is indeed a good thing; he can feel much more relaxed.

The time had come, Edward Parker, holding the photo, walked at the front.

Avery Jane stood in the first position on the left, her small hand wearing white gloves gently resting on George Parker’s coffin, her expression solemn and dignified like a saint.

This was an elder she had met once; he seemed humorous and cheerful, but now he was just a cold, lifeless corpse lying in this coffin, no longer uttering a sound, unable to see his son inherit the family business, unable to witness a throng of grandchildren, his eyes forever closed. Isn’t this also a kind of life’s regret?

She didn’t know why she was particularly sentimental lately.

She attempted to forget the past, wanting to live well with Joshua Hughes because this world was filled with too many uncertainties.

Her lowered eyes, long lashes fluttered like butterflies resting upon flowers, occasionally trembling slightly, evoking a sense of pity. Charlotte Miller gently sighed, "Avery Jane is truly beautiful, ever since she was a child."

"Not as beautiful as you." Atlas Hallow held Charlotte Miller’s hand, speaking sincerely.

Perhaps, driven by passion, any absolute beauty is less pleasing in his eyes compared to Charlotte Miller.

Joshua Hughes and Julian Carter followed from afar, Avery Jane appeared particularly petite among a group of men, as if she might be overwhelmed at any moment.

Joshua Hughes’ gaze was as deep as the sea, impossible to fathom, much like his thoughts.

This favor was always owed by Edward Parker; if one day Avery Jane needed help, he believed Edward Parker would certainly extend a helping hand.

His intuition told him Avery Jane and Las Vegas shared an inexorable bond, a genetic inheritance? Or destiny? Or fate?

There are many things in this world that science cannot explain, people can only helplessly refer to these events as the arrangement of destiny. Joshua Hughes was not a believer in fate, but since his encounter with Avery Jane, destiny used its wondrous hand to arrange the two to step by step arrive at today. But to where will they be led next?

Avery Jane walked slowly ahead, her black attire setting off her fair skin, peerless beauty shaded with a hint of snow-white radiance.

Big Head Geogre looked at her solemn and sorrowful little face, so much alike, just like that night many years ago.

That woman didn’t gather the money but still came as agreed, walked into his room, isolating the bound Luke Harringtons outside the door as if stepping onto a gallows, stripping off her clothes piece by piece. That night was the most unforgettable evening of his life. God actually delivered that woman’s daughter before him again; it truly was destiny...

Joshua Hughes watched the greedy and almost nauseating look of Big Head Geogre. He didn’t need to think too hard to guess he was certainly reminded of Catherine Wood from many years ago.

The perverse man’s eyes couldn’t conceal the excitement of desire borne from greed.

Joshua Hughes’ eyes were filled with an icy chill, the debt Big Head Geogre owed would eventually be repaid, only allowing his head to remain on his neck a few more days.

After the funeral ended, Charlotte Miller and Avery Jane would soon part ways.

Both meetings and partings occurred at the airport.

"Avery Jane, remember to come find me, you said you wanted to see Mia." Charlotte Miller extended her arms to embrace Avery Jane. Even with convenient transportation, it was impossible to meet often, as they weren’t in the same city, especially since it seemed Joshua Hughes kept a very tight rein on Avery Jane.

"I’ll definitely come, Charlotte, I really like Mia." Avery Jane nodded excitedly, Charlotte had shown her Mia’s photo; she was truly breathtaking.

She had never seen such a beautiful little girl; if she could have a daughter as adorable as Mia, how wonderful that would be.

"Then I’ll wait for you." Charlotte Miller reluctantly let go of Avery Jane; if she held her any longer, Joshua Hughes might throw her out.

Two massive private jets took off, flying to different cities.

The tempest that surged in Las Vegas seemed a little bit calmer...

Charlotte Miller sat on the plane while Atlas Hallow was massaging her aching and stiff neck. Perhaps she twisted it while sleeping, causing persistent discomfort.

"You really don’t sleep well at night, needing someone to watch over you. Miss Miller, how do you feel about me for this candidate?" Atlas Hallow’s large hands radiated warmth, gently kneading her neck and shoulders. As the heat seeped into the skin, it felt truly comfortable.

"Not great." Charlotte immediately refused. Just when they could peacefully coexist, and this was already greedy enough to consider sharing half of her bed space?

"Not great, so what is great?" Atlas Hallow’s hands didn’t stop, continuing to spar with her over this issue, with a posture of persisting until he got an answer.