A baby?

Ronald's eyes widened at Charles's suggestion to show Milo a child. "What are you getting at, Mr. Hoffman?"

Realization dawned on Ronald. "Got it. I'll handle it. Don't worry about the Hoffman stuff-it's all been taken care of."

Charles waved nonchalantly just as Noelle breezed into the study. Noticing their chat had wrapped up, she said, "Charles, I whipped up some dessert. Would you like a bowl downstairs?"

She glanced at Ronald. "Mr. Wells, all done with your chat?"

"Yes, we're done here. I've got stuff to do, so I'll pass on the dessert," Ronald said, eyes darting around as he snatched up the papers and bolted for the door.

If he didn't make a run for it then, when else would he be able to? He did not want to wait around for the boss to give him the death stare.

wife made. That was a rule as old as time: what the boss's wife makes is off-limits to everyone

let out a soft laugh and beckoned. "Come

an inch towards him. Instead, she spun on her heel and headed out. "I've made some dessert.

head with a wry smile, quickly tidying up his

was out

Residence, he

right? Find me some childhood photos, edit them so they're

to calm her nerves. Pulling off his mask, he stepped out to where Milo

Lovel

her off.

something

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