The Cherished Wife

"Ms. Baker, I always thought you were a refined lady, but is this how a refined lady behaves?" Winter looked at Janet with a mix of grievance and defiance. She then turned her gaze toward Charles, who was seated below the stage. "Mr. Hoffman, though I'm merely an artist from Royal Star, I'm still human. Did you invite me here today just to humiliate me like this?"

Charles narrowed his eyes. The corners of his long eyes curved with a hint of a smile, but it held a cold undertone.

He glanced at Winter, then at Janet, observing their theatrics before finally rising to speak. "Escort Ms. Baker back home."

"Charles, what are you saying? How can you do this to me?" Seeing Charles seemingly side with Winter, Janet felt her anger surge. "Charles, have you fallen for her? Are you interested in this Winter chick?"

Charles furrowed his brows together as a trace of anger flickered in his eyes. A look of impatience swept across his face as he glanced at Clarisse. "Mother, she's your guest. You deal with her."

Clarisse's face flushed with embarrassment. "Charlie, Janet isn't feeling well today. Everything she's done is just because she's unwell. I'll take her back."

nodded. He then strode up to the

from his elevated position. The next second, he turned his gaze to Winter. "Taking advantage

we've been

their breath, including Winter, who clutched her microphone tightly. Despite the humiliation Janet had inflicted on her earlier, it was clear that this was the moment

performed, but

Saint Di

his sentence, Winter exhaled in relief, her

"Mr. Hoffman, is it true? Am I really the spokesperson for

on his lips. "Of course I never go back on my word. From today, you're the official spokesperson

had truly smiled upon her. Despite all the earlier grievances,