"I certainly have my channels for information, too," Charlotte said with a hint of pride, lifting her chin slightly. It seemed as though being above the clouds had relaxed her.
Atlas Hallow's private jet cabin was spacious. Mia was a bit tired from the long flight back and forth, so Freya Morgon took her to rest in the bedroom, leaving just her and Atlas. He opened a bottle of red wine, coaxing her into drinking two glasses.
Two glasses weren't enough to get drunk, but the slightly floaty feeling was nice.
"What are you trying to do?" Atlas suddenly became alert. Why would Charlotte inquire about the Hallow Clan's hot money source? This was very dangerous, and he wanted her to stay away from this battlefield.
"I'm not trying to do anything. But once I understand clearly, wouldn't it be more convenient if I wanted to do something?" Charlotte placed the wine glass down, lazily leaning against the sofa.
