The Cherished Wife

"Got it," Charles said with a nod. "Thanks, Ms. Eloise."

After Eloise disappeared upstairs, Charles's face turned serious. "I got word from Kerlsberg. Someone's put a big price on my head."

"Wow, Charles. You've really ruffled some feathers, huh? Someone's digging deep into their pockets to take you down, and they've got a heavy hitter from Quill," Sean said, pausing. "But you've been holding your own. You're really giving Mr. Fischer a run for his money." Sean's words hung in the air, changing the room's atmosphere. It felt like everyone was holding their breath.

The other three were silent. All eyes were on Sean. He felt a chill and looked back at them, wary. "Hey, what's with the stares? You're not plotting against me, are you? That's not cool!" Sean wrapped his arms around himself, trying to look small and harmless.

do? Fine, let's just throw down right

you. I'm just wondering who'd win in a throwdown-you or Mr. Fischer." Steven shot Sean a quick look, his long fingers drumming on the table. "Okay, down to

years, but none of those guys would be extreme enough to send Quill's

top-notch, like they were out to get you for good this time. Even if they botched it, they had a backup plan with that ambush at Phoenix

what?" Charles leaned in, his eyes narrowing on Peter. "What did you pick

like they were only after you, Charles.