The Cherished Wife

"Excellent!"

Charles's lips quirked up in a sly grin. "I'll have someone take you home!"

"No need. I'll head back myself!"

"Sure. I'll take my leave, then!"

Charles had what he wanted, so there was no point in sticking around with Milo any longer.

He returned to the private room, where everyone was finishing their meal. They caught sight of Charles, looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and figured the negotiation must have been a breeze. Charles slid into the seat next to Noelle and glanced around. "Why's everyone staring?"

Noelle flashed a smile and dished up some more food for Charles. "Everything went okay?"

He nodded. "Yep!"

touched your food earlier." She looked at the table. "Should we get more? We're running low on

need. There's plenty here, and I'm not that hungry!" He gave Noelle's shoulder a

away and, taking Noelle's cue, started to eat. His phone buzzed shortly after. It was Ronald. "Mr. Hoffman, Milo lingered at your private room's door for a bit before he took off." Charles's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yeah?

our next move, Mr.

for now. Tomorrow, find Milo and bring him to Janet," Charles instructed, subtly lifting

before you let Milo

fell silent. Everyone stared at Charles, shocked by his

Peter kept their cool, but Sean looked visibly upset-though it was not out of pity for

your mind? Do you really think attacking her will end well? And in my

smile played across Charles's eyes, sharp as a blade. "Milo needs to learn his lesson, or he'll never fall in line!" He knew his uncle Milo all

away, but with his track record, he would

advantage. However, if that ace were to crumble, Milo might just back off for a