The Cherished Wife

Brian's eyes narrowed as he watched Noelle walk away with the two sharp-dressed guys. He did not waste a second before he bolted for the elevator and shot up to Charles's office. Becky, spotting Brian's rushed arrival, blurted out, "Mr. Parker, are you here for Mr. Hoffman?"

"Yeah. Where is he?"

"Mr. Hoffman and Mr. Wells stepped out. Is it something urgent?" Becky eyed Brian, who looked a bit off. "Or you can tell me, and I'll let Mr. Hoffman know."

"It's fine."

With Charles nowhere in sight, Brian had to bail, but he could not shake off the worry for Noelle's safety. He whipped out his phone and dialed Charles, only to get the 'out of service' beep. Brian's frown got deeper. Meanwhile, Noelle was in the back of a car that was cruising along, destination unknown. She figured worrying would not help, so she braced herself to see what Sir Hoffman wanted. Given her last run-in with Clarisse, Noelle braced for a showdown, probably even tougher than before.

her purse. The suit in front swiveled his

big deal? Can't I play with my phone and have a chat?" She wore a casual smile, her voice calm and composed. "Sir Hoffman just invited me over for a talk. He didn't say anything about you guys keeping tabs on me, right?" The man was taken aback by Noelle's comeback. She was right-Sir Hoffman had not

a light laugh. "No need to freak out. It's

a low profile," the

she slipped her phone into her bag,

not up to any more tricks, the suited men backed off. However, Noelle was on a roll, gabbing away. When they gave her the cold shoulder, she did not miss a beat

the men and entered the house. One of them gave