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 of the bodyguards

her eyes. "Fine, I won't make things difficult for

away!" one of the bodyguards

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

still fuming over the incident. She had deliberately swapped the number cards in

had gone wrong along the way. "Get

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

"Now? Did Ms. Baker say

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

over and glanced at the bodyguard. "Weren't you

for me. Ms. Baker wants to see me,

about the box to Mr. Hoffman, and it was replaced. Ms. Baker may have realized