Her odds of winning could be judged as almost zero.
"Do you want to see the consequences of me handing over this material? He would vanish from the entertainment industry, and this material is enough for him to serve several years in prison, given the huge amounts involved. You work in finance yourself, don't you understand such an outcome?" Atlas Hallow's arm tightened around her, his low voice sounding like a lover's whisper...
"If you don't want me to do this, I can also agree to spare him." An expression of helplessness emerged in Charlotte Miller's eyes, slowly spreading from her eyes to her soft red lips, and she uttered a sentence weakly, "Do you want me not to mention divorce?"
Atlas Hallow shook his head, truly a naive little girl, the deep voice rising in the air, "Whether you mention divorce or not doesn't mean much to me, because I don't agree. You will forever only be Mrs. Hallow." When he said this, Atlas was absolutely certain.
