The Cherished Wife

"You two, come over here." Janet pointed at the two bodyguards Charles had assigned. "Charles only said for you to protect me, not to keep staring at me. I'm not a criminal."

"But Mr. Wells' instructions were very clear. We are to stay with Ms. Baker and Madam Baker. We can't leave your side for even a moment," one of the bodyguards replied, unfazed by Janet's words. He showed no intention of yielding. "Please, Ms. Baker, don't make this difficult for us."

"Why, you-"

"That's enough!" Clarisse cut Janet off. "Janet, how many times have I told you? You need to be mindful of your identity and behavior when you're outside!" Clarisse frowned. "Look at how you're acting!"

Clarisse glanced at the two bodyguards. "I'm Charlie's mother, as you should know."

"Yes, madam," they acknowledged.

"Since you know who I am, you should also know that crossing me won't end well for you!" Clarisse warned.

Madam Baker. We're simply following orders. Mr. Hoffman pays us, so we only answer to him," one

her eyes. "Fine, I won't make things difficult for you. But I'd like some tea now. Can you

it right away!" one of the

closer to him, saying, "I need to see someone-Charles' secretary, Becky. Bring her to me. And also bring over the person responsible for the

over the incident. She had deliberately swapped the number cards in the raffle box. How could Noelle's number be

was that something had gone wrong along

one of Charles' bodyguards approached her. "Ms. Malls, Ms. Baker would

eyes. "Now? Did Ms. Baker

asked to see the person who managed the raffle box," the bodyguard answered Becky's questions. Becky pressed

the bodyguard. "Weren't you assigned to keep

see me, and it's apparently about the raffle box,"

reported everything about the box to Mr. Hoffman, and it was replaced.