The Cherished Wife

Chapter 180



The look on Charles' face darkened slightly, and a foul aura began emanating from him. Noelle paused in the middle of eating her oatmeal, and she instinctively turned to Charles. "Is something wrong?"

Charles immediately switched up the aura emanating from him and smiled at Noelle as he shook his head. "Everything's alright!" His voice sounded calm, and no one could decipher any particular sort of emotion he was feeling. Then, he said to Ronald, "It's alright if he's chucked. As long as we got the stuff!"

"He hasn't been chucked yet, Mr. Hoffman. We're just... getting ready for that," Ronald said, unsure if he should laugh or cry. Why did both these men just do as they please?

Charles frowned slightly. "Tell him to hold on. I'll drop by and have a look later, but he can take care of everything else."

Ronald shuddered. He could just about imagine how bloody the scene would get later. Compared to Sean, Charles' methods were truly scary.

"Alright, I'll get Lareal to continue tracing that foreign bank account as well. We looked into the aroma in the room last night, and it doesn't look like something off the market. Looks like Winter doesn't have anything to fear."

Ronald's point was clear-Winter might be able to pull off a trick or two, but because of how meticulously planned this was and the fact that the drug used was not easily accessible, it meant there was no way Winter was the mastermind behind everything.

up the phone and glanced at

much to eat just now, though. Have more food to eat!" She ladled more oatmeal into Charles' bowl as she spoke, and her finger stung

Charles frowned. "What's wrong?"

her head. "It's nothing. I probably just cut myself without even realizing it." However, since it had already stopped bleeding, Noelle could not be bothered about the wound. Charles, on the other hand, frowned. "Does it still

that fragile?" Noelle asked. Pausing, she

"Yes?

you for what happened last night." Noelle was truly thankful to Charles, and she had taken note of all the kindness he

he asked, "Does that mean that I've

Noelle blushed slightly. "Perhaps!"

have that many friends. It's just Rowena and Teresa. Rowena is a reporter

Noelle had met Samuel at that very garden house once when he