"I don't even know, what do you admire about him? His stupidity?" Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller standing before him, his voice growing colder. What's so good about Jack Smith? So weak and frail, he seems like he can't even take a punch. Especially with such intelligence, trying to switch to the business world backstage, really thinks the devouring business world is his concert stage, jump on it whenever he wants, sing whenever he pleases?
Ignorant of depth, oblivious to danger...
Charlotte Miller gave a faint smile but said nothing, nor did she make any move to resist.
In fact, from the moment she took the initiative to seek him out at the Hallow Clan, she had already lost.
No matter how justified you feel, it's useless. In this world where only victory matters, sometimes reason seems thin and fragile.
Doesn't Atlas Hallow understand this logic?
