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.

down with his poker face, leaving

fans of Charles would not dare to butt heads with him. Crossing Charles was like painting a

blown out of proportion, but a

floor, sneaking peeks at Charles but never daring

for too long, Charles

baffled, “Mr. Hoffman, what

on the desk before letting them fall with a thud. It was not a grand gesture, but it was

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. “So, what happened?

Jenson’s hand flew to his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the sweat on his

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

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

Charles’s face, which had been all sunshine and lightness moments before. His brows knitted together, and his gaze cut right through

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