The Cherished Wife

"You..." Maxwell never imagined Charles would speak to him this way. "Are you serious? Aren't you afraid I'll strip you of your authority? Aren't you worried I'll take away your right to inherit the Hoffman family?" Charles turned fully to face Maxwell, his gaze calm and unwavering. He stood tall, looking down at the older man.

Once ruthless in his youth, Maxwell now showed signs of aging, though his sharpness remained.

"Of course, I'm serious." Charles' tone was indifferent, almost lazy. "But it seems you've underestimated me, Grandfather."

"What do you mean by that?"

"All these years, do you really think I care about becoming the head of the Hoffman family?"

Charles shot a sideways glance at Mateo. "Dad, Uncle Henry, take good care of Grandfather. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be going."

"Charles, I won't recognize that woman. The Hoffman family will never accept her!"

briefly. He was already standing tall, but he straightened his

how tense things had become

she blocked the car door, preventing him from getting inside.

an unreadable expression, his gaze cold and distant. Chloe felt uneasy under his scrutiny and rushed

must know, being the future head of the Hoffmans means that your wife must be someone capable of

Noelle Shaw?

of the Hoffmans. It was not that she was prejudiced but that the family had rigorous standards for leadership. Charles was not an ordinary man. From the moment of his birth and from

ability need their wives to assist them with their careers," Charles remarked with disdain,

the Hoffmans, I won't oppose you. Just know that from

lip lightly. "We're

I'm bluffing, but let me be clear-I have no desire for the position of head of the Hoffman family. You can tell Grandpa this. If he wants to choose someone else,

inside, giving Chloe one last glance. "Jordy avoids getting involved in family matters, and Anna is