When the driver was waiting downstairs, he first made a call to Atlas Hallow.
Although he was driving for Hailey Hill, he knew who his real boss was.
"Young Master, Miss Hill wants to visit the company to see you. We'll be there in about thirty minutes." He didn't really understand the current relationship between the Young Master and Miss Hill. The Young Master seldom stayed overnight here, maybe just once or twice in all these years, yet he was very generous and took great care of Miss Hill. As a servant, he simply couldn't understand.
"Mm..." The man's voice on the other end was cold and indifferent before he hung up.
The driver was long used to it; everyone in the Hallow Family knew that Atlas Hallow was sparing with his words and disliked talking more than necessary.
In the office, even the air exuded a gloomy, icy scent.
Atlas Hallow's face was dark and frightening. His good mood from the morning had vanished entirely at this moment.
