The Cherished Wife

Charles glanced at the disorganized pile of documents on the desk, pushing them aside. "Throw these away and have them produce something presentable immediately." He then looked up and added, "Brian, stay behind."

Brian had been ready to leave, but he paused upon hearing Charles' command. "Mr. Hoffman, do you need something from me?"

Charles stood up, giving Brian a quick glance. "How is the development plan for the West City plot coming along on your end?"

"We're in the preliminary evaluation phase. The risk in West City is quite high, and it's located in the suburbs. Some of the land there has already been abandoned," Brian explained, hesitating briefly.

"I visited the area recently. There's a psychiatric hospital and a drug rehabilitation center nearby. The area was previously deemed unsuitable for development. Mr. Hoffman-"

Charles raised his hand, cutting Brian off, "This isn't urgent right now. Finish the evaluation first. There's talk of those facilities being relocated. Since the land hasn't been officially designated, it's unclear whether they'll fall within the development area.

must prepare the necessary precautions. I intend to secure that plot for development." Charles' stance was unmistakable he was determined to acquire the land, and any obstacles had to be

nodded. "I'll ensure everything is handled properly, Mr. Hoffman. You can

him disheartened. However, after joining Collosus Group, Brian found that Charles' methods and foresight aligned with his own ambitions. He admired Charles

surprised that Charles

recalled that

had managed one impressive project, that along did not justify everything. Given that she had previously worked at Frotconn-a company Brian did not think highly of he had not expected Charles, the

else?" Charles noticed

you?" Brian carefully chose his words, contemplating how Charles might react. "I don't mean to imply anything negative, but I've never

propped his chin on his hand, his gaze seemingly absent as he looked over the papers on his

line. He glanced at Ronald for help, but Ronald wisely turned away as he sensed the danger. He pretended to be busy. Brian was digging his own grave, and Ronald had no

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