The Cherished Wife

Becky clenched her fists, glaring at Janet with anger. "I never expected you to be this kind of person, Ms. Baker. I guess I was wrong about you." "Do you really think I care about you? There was never any real friendship between us. Haven't you benefited enough from being associated with me?"

"Yes, Ms. Baker. It truly was an honor to have gained your acknowledgment. So, tell me, why did you call me here? Have you decided I'm no longer useful, so you're kicking me out? You even threw in a slap for good measure?"

"You're still pretending? Tell me, did you switch the raffle box or not?!" Janet reached out, ready to slap Becky again.

However, Becky caught Janet's hand firmly this time, saying, "Ms. Baker, even a dog deserves to be respected. Though comparing myself to a dog isn't ideal, you should think carefully.

"I'm someone close to Mr. Hoffman. You've already slapped me once. Are you planning to do it again?"

"Are you threatening me? Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm afraid to deal with you? Let me tell you, even if something were to 'accidentally' happen to you, Charles wouldn't care. After all, you're just a secretary, and your life is insignificant.

"Do you really think Charles would come after me because of you?" Janet looked at Becky like she was a joke. "Now, tell me, did you switch the raffle box?"

I switch it? Or is there some secret about the box that I don't know about?" Becky fixed her gaze on Janet. "Could it be that you know all about this

What would I

only you can answer, Ms. Baker,"

sitting silently. "Madam, since you're may I ask you to be a witness? Today, Ms. Baker

cause and accused me of things that are

served by his side for many years."

spoken earlier because she did not fully understand what was

Janet likely intended for Charles to

that the original raffle box was

Becky, feeling a surge of anger.