The Cherished Wife

Ronald did not claim to know Charles' temperament better than anyone, but he certainly understood it well.

Charles was a man who despised being constrained; he operated by his own principles, and unless something was absolutely necessary, no one could sway his decisions. Suddenly, Ronald found himself feeling a bit of sympathy for Frotconn and Joseph.

To secure this project, Joseph had gone straight to Maxwell, bypassing Charles entirely. While it was true that Maxwell still held the official position as the head of the Hoffman family, in practice, Charles was the one in charge. Although Charles had yet to formally inherit the title or the shares from Maxwell, everyone in the family already saw Charles as the future leader.

Back when Maxwell chose not to pass the family headship to his eldest son, nor to his second or third sons, it became clear to everyone just how significant Charles' position in the family was.

Now, Joseph had the audacity to go over Charles' head, directly appealing to Maxwell for a share of the West City Development Project. Though Maxwell had agreed, Charles' approval was far from guaranteed.

Charles narrowed his eyes, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips as his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. Even in silence, he exuded an aura of authority that demanded respect.

click, then looked up. "If he wants a piece of the West City Development Project, he'd better have the stomach for it," Charles said icily. "How's the situation progressing with

and the rest of the films are still under review," Ronald reported. He paused briefly before asking, "Should we

some rewards first." Charles smirked, a glint of cunning in his

at Ronald with

in a high-end residential area, where

his long fingers. "When a cat catches a mouse, it doesn't eat it right away. Instead, it toys with

while tossing the document to Ronald. "Give her something good to feast on. Even i you've never seen a cat with a mouse surely, you've heard of fattening up the

delusions of grandeur, that's when we'll take her down. Fattening up

realizing just how dangerous it was to cross Charles.