The Cherished Wife

Janet pointed at Noelle and stammered, "C-Charles, s-she's..."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Charles' eyes as he glanced sideways at Janet. He then shifted his gaze toward Clarisse in the audience. Clarisse wore an expression of shock. If it had not been for Mateo holding her down, she might have lost her composure. "Mother, I think Janet is tired from hosting. Why don't you take her to rest?" Charles suggested.

Clarisse snapped back to her senses and shot Noelle a sharp look. Noelle felt puzzled under Clarisse's piercing gaze.

Moments later, Janet began shouting hysterically, shedding her earlier poised demeanor. "No, Charles. I won't leave! This woman is a vixen. Have you forgotten what she did to betray you back then? How can you-"

"Enough!" Clarisse rushed over and grabbed Janet's arm tightly. "What nonsense are you spouting?" she hissed.

Leaning closer, she continued in a low voice, "Look carefully. This woman is not Kelly. Do you not understand the importance of this occasion?" Janet's eyes widened as she looked at Clarisse. "But Aunt Clarisse="

Clarisse interrupted, "Charlie, Janet seems exhausted. I'll take her to rest first. As for the rest of the event, carry on with the hosting."

guards to follow

knew this was not the right time or place to cause a

that today was not an ordinary day. It was evident that the matter pertained to Charles' family, which was beyond their reach or concern. Mateo watched as Clarisse left, then glanced at Charles before looking at Henry and Nancy. He felt a headache coming on. "Looks like you two knew about this

what you think, Mateo, I won't

"And that woman..."

getting older, Mateo. It's best not to meddle in too many

"But that woman, she..."

you hear earlier? She's from Collosusz Group's

she be? Besides, nothing is set

you know more than I

"Not really."