The Cherished Wife

Charles glanced at Sean before turning back to Ronald. "Tell Lareal to find out whose instructions they were acting on. Feel free to use any unique interrogation methods he has should the need arise."

"Yes, sir." Ronald nodded, realizing that Charles was truly angered this time.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Where's Lareal? I'll go hang out with him!"

Charles looked at Ronald, who felt a feeling of helplessness wash over him. However, since it was Sean, there was nothing else Ronald could do other than say, "The usual spot.”

The usual spot Ronald was referring to was the underground arena that functioned as Brookville's largest meeting spot. There were plenty of legends surrounding that place. Not only was it a place where people went to entertain themselves, but it was also a living hell for those who did not know what was best for them.

Sean's gaze instinctively landed on Charles once again. He had not expected Charles to be taking things so seriously this time. He gave Charles a long, knowing look as he said, "I'll go check things out and report back to you with results within a day."

Once Sean left, Charles drummed his fingers against the table, a smile curving his lips. "Have Lareal work with Sean!"

"Yes, sir!" Ronald answered with a small smile. When he saw the glint in Charles' eyes, Ronald finally understood that Charles had managed to trick Sean into assuming responsibility for the entire affair. "Mr. Hoffman, about Winter Shaw..."

Ronald handed over everything he had managed to find out to Charles. "This is all the information we've gathered regarding Winter's time in the entertainment industry these past years. I must admit that Winter's got some moves hidden beneath her belt.

"Otherwise, given her experience and skillset, there's no way she would've made it to where she is now that quickly!"

Ronald paused for a minute before adding, “Madam is not the only person she has been mistreating over the years. She's also been doing plenty of shady things in the entertainment industry."

Charles raised a hand and signaled

for Ronald to pause. "Don't spill everything all at once. Do it one at a time. It's more fun that way." As Charles spoke, he pulled out two sheets of paper from the stack placed before him and swept his gaze over. "Let's go with this!"

Ronald took the papers and glanced at them. A glint appeared in his eyes. "I'll get on with this immediately!"

Charles called out to Ronald, "Wait. Send it to the tabloids."

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman!"

Charles continued working in his study for a while after Ronald left and only returned to the bedroom after midnight.

Noelle was fast asleep and had let her guard down completely. However, that was precisely what allowed Charles a glimpse at her innocence and purity.

Charles took a quick shower in the bathroom and came out wearing only a white-colored bathrobe. An odd look appeared in his eyes as he stood by the bed and gazed at Noelle's face intently.

Charles dimmed the lights in the bedroom slightly. Noelle's even breathing could be heard in the dimly lit bedroom, and she looked utterly harmless.

He walked over and sat by the

window, where he reached out to touch her cheek. As Noelle slept soundly, she felt a warm hand cradling her face and smacked her lips together in contentment before reaching out to hold Charles' hand.

He raised an eyebrow, a gentle expression settling across his features as he observed her subconscious movements. He took his shoes off and leaned over slightly, causing the mattress to sink lower slightly.

Noelle seemed to know that Charles was nearby and shifted slightly to make space for him.

Her subconscious movements

pleased Charles immensely. With a smile on his face, he hooked an elegant finger beneath her chin and ran the tips of his fingers against her smooth skin. Finally, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.