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.

poker face, leaving Jenson’s mental script

at the company who were not exactly fans of Charles would not dare to butt heads with him. Crossing Charles was like painting a target on your back

was probably blown out of

glued to the floor, sneaking peeks at Charles but never daring to meet his

Jenson clammed up for too long, Charles

baffled, “Mr. Hoffman, what do

with a thud. It was not a grand gesture,

to your mistake, or spilling the beans.” Charles

his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the sweat on his

didn’t get any

was exerting. His legs were crossed, and though he looked the picture of ease,

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

been all sunshine and lightness moments before. His brows knitted together, and his

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