"No one compares to you, if I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have known you have the best figure..." Charlotte Miller dared not provoke this grand master, as she had just seen Atlas Hallow's face turn quite stern.
But even though she knew he cared about this, she couldn't help but want to tease him. The physical disparity left her at his mercy, yet Charlotte was clever—after teasing him, she quickly smoothed things over. Otherwise, if he really got angry, it would be unbearable.
"You cheeky little spirit..." Atlas, who had initially looked gloomy, broke into a sexy, alluring smile after hearing Charlotte's words, like he was charged with ten thousand volts of electricity. As he approached, Charlotte's heart raced, and even her breath became a bit unsteady.
"Hmph, you won't let me look at others, so does this mean I can never go to the beach to sunbathe and swim again?" She loved going out to sea, and how could there be no men in swim trunks or sunbathing nude on the beach?
