The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 551

He always played the game by his own rules, driven by profit or whim. If he was not into it, nobody could make him budge.

Joseph looked down, his gaze growing heavy. "I get where you're coming from, Sir Hoffman. I really didn't want to bug you with this. However, it's about Frotconn's future, and I had to swallow my pride and ask for your help. You have no idea how much we've put into this deal three months of non-stop prep. Now... Sir Hoffman, if you don't care about the effort, could you at least remember when I saved Mr. Henry Hoffman's kid?"

Clarisse, who had been listening all that time, finally got it. Joseph was there to drum up some business. Pushing hard did not work, so he turned to pulling heartstrings. She had figured out her son was not keen on working with Joseph, but since Maxwell had already made a promise, Joseph was in full panic mode, begging Maxwell for a favor.

"I think you've come here for nothing today. That Mr. Henry Hoffman's daughter you saved? She's not actually a Hoffman by blood."

"What... how can that be, that Layla..."

can waltz in

a switched-at-birth kid who isn't even a

us to owe

was icy,

guess, this isn't your first time at this, is it? Everyone knows

debt of gratitude? That's

money, the kind of family that kept their laundry clean and private. Joseph knew that and had been playing his hand over and over, using the life-saving favor he once did for them as his trump

burning under Clarisse's public call-out. "Madam Baker, how can you be so

just here to cash in a favor from the Hoffmans, aren't you? However, groveling won't get you anywhere. The head honcho of the Hoffman estate is my son now you'd do better to show up at Collosus Group with something they actually want. However, bey, if you're so set on