The Cherished Wife

Wife 87

Ronald had just come back when he spotted Charles gazing out the towering window, lost in thought. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Ronald caught Charles’s attention.

Charles shot a brief look at Ronald, who snapped to attention. “The guy’s been taken care of, but Mr. Hoffman, are we good to go with this?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Charles strolled over to his desk, picked up a cigarette, and rolled it between his fingers without lighting it. “It’s high time we dealt with this. Letting it drag on isn’t doing us any favors.”

Charles was the kind of guy who liked to get things done in one fell swoop since it was less hassle that way. “He’s so fond of making moves, so let’s give him a grand one to think about.”

Ronald sensed that Charles was dead set on taking Robert down this time. Things seemed to be moving faster than expected, and he could not quite catch Charles’s drift. “You said before that you’d let him keep hopping around for a bit. I thought you weren’t going to touch him just yet.”

Charles’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I’m feeling good today. Don’t bother trying to guess what I’m thinking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Ronald knew better than to try and read Charles’s mind. After all, figuring out what Charles was planning was a puzzle no one could solve.

With a cold huff, Charles added, “Joseph thinks he’s invincible with Robert backing him up.

“Are you saying Mr. Hoffman wants us to move on Frotconn right now?” Ronald could not help but think of Noelle again. He did not see what was so special about her, but Mr. Hoffman seemed to have taken a liking to her.

Ronald was a bit puzzled. Charles had been known for doing whatever he wanted, and even though he was caught up in the Hoffman family drama, his wild side was usually kept under wraps, except for the occasional outburst. Was Noelle the reason this time?

If Ronald was being honest with himself, he was not too thrilled about it. In his eyes, Charles was untouchable and almost flawless. Noelle, however… This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Have you got something to say?” Charles’s eyes narrowed with a hint of challenge.

“No, sir!” Ronald was quick to deny it. “Frotconn has been pushing it, hiding behind the Collosus Group’s name for too long.”

“Keep an eye on Mr. Lowry, and as for Joey…” Charles paused. “You’re on it,”

“Understood.” Ronald nodded. “And what about Mr. Harris?”

“Why the hurry? He’s the one who should be sweating it out,” Charles said with a dismissive snort. “Give it three days–he’ll come crawling to us.”

After hanging up on Charles, Noelle felt a mix of frustration and resignation. She had never expected Charles to call her during work to ask what she was having for lunch.

Noelle was not exactly comfortable with being a couple yet, but if Charles was all in on this life– together deal, she would get on board.

Charles had hit the nail on the head: she could not stay on memory lane forever or keep dodging reality.

The best thing to do was to embrace reality. She owed it to herself to live a better life after all she had been through.

Then Xavier showed up, and Noelle’s brows knitted in annoyance.

Xavier loomed next to her, his face all storm clouds and shadows, eyes drilling into her phone like he wanted to laser through it. Noelle was not having any of it. She scowled and asked, “Mr. Harris, what’s up? Do you need me for something?”

Xavier was not a fan of Noelle’s chilly vibe. “Who were you talking to just now?”

Noelle’s lips tightened. “Why should I tell you?”

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