At this moment, the ringtone of Charlotte Miller's phone pierced through the suffocating silence.
Charlotte felt uneasy under Atlas Hallow's gaze, anxiously rummaging through her handbag to retrieve her phone.
Glancing at the number, she saw it was Jack Smith calling.
She herself was unsure, whether out of fear or something else, but instinctively she glanced at Atlas Hallow before preparing to swipe to answer the call.
Suddenly, her hand was pinned down. Atlas, who had been standing there, swiftly caught her hand like lightning and snatched the phone from her.
"What are you doing, Atlas Hallow?" Charlotte exclaimed, her face paling, struggling to retrieve her phone.
But both of her hands were tightly constrained by one of Atlas's hands, rendering her immobile like a clamp, and after seeing the caller ID, his face darkened, his horrifying gaze quickly turning icy.
He glanced at Charlotte, taking in her panicked expression, and terrible anger was visible in his deep eyes.
