The Cherished Wife



As soon as Becky finished speaking, the entire venue erupted in cheers. Everyone knew what kind of person Charles was, and the chance to dance with him was an incredible honor.

"Of course, every lady present has an equal chance. Even the celebrities from Royal Star have their own number cards," Becky continued as her assistant handed out the number cards to the Royal Star artistes.

Brielle, Winter, and the others were taken aback, surprised by Collosus Group's unique approach this year. Brielle, who had been with Royal Star for some time, rarely had the opportunity to meet someone as prominent as Charles. Naturally, she was filled with excitement.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She glanced around at the others, noticing the same look of anticipation on their faces.

"Now, let's have my assistant bring the box up," Becky announced.

The assistant promptly brought the box to the stage and stood respectfully beside Charles. Becky approached and said, "Mr. Hoffman, please draw the first lucky employee of the evening."

Charles nodded, his gaze sweeping over the audience. The female employees cheered louder, shouting, "Mr. Hoffman, pick me, pick me!" "Mr. Hoffman, over here!"

Their voices echoed throughout the venue, demonstrating the extent of Charles' charm.

Charles smirked slightly, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on Noelle. A hint of amusement glimmered in his eyes.

Noelle caught Charles's brief glance, and suddenly, a realization struck her. She remembered asking Charles earlier what the purpose of the number cards was.

It turned out it was for a raffle to dance the opening number with him?

Noelle felt a strong premonition that her number would be picked. This guess did not just stem from her confidence. She could tell from Charles' look that he had something in mind.

With a slight smile, Charles reached into the box. Though it only took a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to the crowd as they watched intently. All eyes were fixed on his hand as he pulled out a card.

He held up the number card and glanced around with calm composure. "The number is..."

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Charles, her eyes filled with anticipation. She was so excited, ready to rush forward the moment Charles called out her number J wore a confident smile, her eyes never leaving Charles' hand.

However, just as Charles was about to reveal the number, he paused dramatically, teasing the crowd, "Who do you all hope it is?" "Me, me, me!" came the chorus of responses.

Charles smirked again and finally said, "The number is..." He raised an eyebrow and finished saying, "I quite like this number-520."