The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Wife 85

Chapter 85

“Got it!” Noelle hung up quickly and fixed her gaze on the unexpected visitor, squinting slightly, “Mr. Harris, did you need me?”

Meanwhile, Charles, who had just ended the call, still had a playful smile lingering in his eyes. He swiped at his phone screen, but soon, the smile vanished. “Enter!”

Ronald walked in with Jenson, “Mr. Hoffman, Mr. Lowry has arrived.”

“Right!” Charles acknowledged with a nod and gave Ronald a look. Ronald understood. “I’ve got stuff to handle, so I’m heading out.”

Once Ronald was gone, Charles tossed his phone aside and relaxed on the couch, coolly eyeing Jenson. Jenson was drenched in sweat. He had been warned on his way over, since Ronald had escorted out Joey from the secretarial team. As to where Joey was brought, that was anybody’s guess.

Jenson was a bundle of nerves the entire way, but Charles would not throw him a bone. The trek from the finance department to the big boss’s office was not exactly a marathon, but it sure felt like an eternity. He had enough time to run through every possible scenario in his head, even trying to figure out how to turn the tables in his favor.

him down with his poker face, leaving Jenson’s mental

Rubik’s Cube blindfolded. Even the old–timers at the company who were not exactly fans of Charles would not dare to butt heads with him. Crossing Charles was like

of the gossip was probably blown out of proportion, but

peeks at Charles but never

Jenson clammed up for too long,

Jenson’s head shot up, baffled, “Mr. Hoffman, what do

the desk before letting them fall with a thud. It was not a grand gesture, but it was enough to make Jenson jump like

but you just stood there silently without a word in your defense, owning up to your mistake, or spilling the beans.” Charles rose to his feet, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

his pocket, pulling out a

didn’t get

was exerting. His legs were crossed, and

Mr. Hoffman, what can I do for you? I’m clueless about

are we?” A cold smile flickered across Charles’s face, which had been all sunshine and lightness moments before. His brows knitted together, and

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