The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Noelle noticed that Charles' mood seemed off ever since he returned from the Hoffman residence the other day. Although she found it strange, Charles did not say anything in particular, so Noelle could not do much about it.

As days passed, she adapted well to her role in the project department. She successfully completed most of the tasks Brian assigned her independently. Brian would still often take Noelle on field trips to inspect the project in West City. Brian reviewed Noelle's project plan and found her ideas quite mature.

One day, Noelle accompanied Brian on another outing. When they returned around noon, they spotted a young woman helping an elegant, dignified woman out of a car at the entrance of Colossus Group's building.

The woman's demeanor suggested she was someone of high status.

Noelle walked behind Brian as they discussed some details about their meeting with the survey team. Suddenly, they heard the young woman say, "Aunt Clary, do you think Charles will be angry if he finds out we came to the company to see him?" Noelle's steps faltered, and Brian paused briefly in surprise. They then heard the woman reply, "What can he possibly say? I'm his mother, and you're related to him too. Let's go!"

Noelle furrowed her brows and pondered for a moment. Noticing Brian looking at her, she raised her head and asked curiously, "Mr. Parker, did you say something?" Brian shook his head. "Let's go. We still have work to do. It's best to compile these materials while the information is fresh in our minds."

"I was thinking the same thing!" Noelle closed the folder. "I'll go upstairs first and calculate these figures."

they did not come face-to-face, and Noelle did not get a clear look at Clarisse's appearance. Judging from Clarisse's tone and recalling Charles' attitude after returning home, Noelle surmised that

somewhat anxious. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you don't have an appointment. Qur president is not available to

his mother. Do I need an appointment?"

his eyes slightly as Clarisse pushed open the door. Janet followed, glaring haughtily

could not stop Clarisse and

his hand. "You may

door behind

glanced at Clarisse, then looked at Ronald, who quickly

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looked up, his piercing gaze falling on

Charles's formal demeanor. "Charlie, I'm your mother. Can't