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!"

but he straightened his back further. "I already told you

seeing how tense things had become between Charles

caught up, she blocked the car door, preventing him from getting

cold and distant. Chloe felt uneasy under his scrutiny and rushed

being the future head of the Hoffmans means that your wife must be someone capable of supporting you.

Noelle Shaw?

Hoffmans. It was not that she was prejudiced but that the family had rigorous standards for leadership. Charles was

men without ability need their wives to assist them with

me, I'll welcome it. But if you stand with the Hoffmans, I won't oppose you. Just know that from here on,

her lip lightly. "We're

of head of the Hoffman family. You can tell Grandpa this. If he

slid inside, giving Chloe one last glance. "Jordy avoids getting involved in family