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.

don't mean to offend, Madam Baker. We're simply following orders. Mr. Hoffman pays us,

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

of it right away!" one of the bodyguards

her to me. And also

over the incident. She had deliberately swapped the number cards

only explanation was that something had gone wrong along the

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

her eyes. "Now? Did Ms. Baker say what

person who managed the raffle box," the bodyguard answered Becky's questions. Becky pressed her lips

Ronald came over and glanced at the bodyguard. "Weren't

me. Ms. Baker wants to see me, and it's apparently about the raffle

to Mr. Hoffman, and it was replaced. Ms. Baker may have realized something was