The Cherished Wife



Becky clenched her fists, glaring at J with anger. "I never expected you to be this kind of person, Ms. Baker. I guess I was wrong about you." "Do you really think I care about you? There was never any real friendship between us. Haven't you benefited enough from being associated with me?"

"Yes, Ms. Baker. It truly was an honor to have gained your acknowledgment. So, tell me, why did you call me here? Have you decided I'm no longer useful, so you're kicking me out? You even threw in a slap for good measure?"

"You're still pretending? Tell me, did you switch the raffle box or not?!" J reached out, ready to slap Becky again.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

However, Becky caught J's hand firmly this time, saying, "Ms. Baker, even a dog deserves to be respected. Though comparing myself to a dog isn't ideal, you should think carefully.

"I'm someone close to Mr. Hoffman. You've already slapped me once. Are you planning to do it again?"

"Are you threatening me? Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm afraid to deal with you? Let me tell you, even if something were to 'accidentally' happen to you, Charles wouldn't care. After all, you're just a secretary, and your life is insignificant.

"Do you really think Charles would come after me because of you?" J looked at Becky like she was a joke. "Now, tell me, did you switch the raffle box?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Ms. Baker. The raffle box was prepared well in advance. Why would I switch it? Or is there some secret about the box that I don't know about?" Becky fixed her gaze on J. "Could it be that you know all about this secret, Ms. Baker?"

"Nonsense! What would I know?"

"That's something only you can answer, Ms. Baker," Becky replied.

She then turned her attention to

Clarisse, who had been sitting

here

silently. "Madam, since es

el.ne

may I ask you to be a witness? Today, Ms. Baker slapped me without cause and accused

me of

things that are simply not true.

"Although I'm just a secretary, I'm the head secretary appointed by Mr. Hoffman and have served by his side for many years." Becky looked directly at Clarisse. "Madam, can you vouch for me?"

Clarisse narrowed her eyes,

remaining silent. She had not

spoken earlier because she did not

fully understand what was

happening. However, after observing the Situation, she began to piece things together.

It seemed there was something up with the raffle box. J likely intended for Charles to draw her number, but that did not happen.

The only plausible explanation was that the original raffle box was tampered with-first by J and then switched back by someone else.

Clarisse scrutinized Becky, feeling a surge of anger. Nheless, Becky was not entirely in the wrong.

Besides, this situation was J's fault to begin with. If Charles found out about this, it would only complicate matters further, especially since he already harbored suspicions about J.

"Aunt Clarisse, say something!

You're the wife of Collosus Group's chairman, the mother of the CEO.

Are you really going to let a m

secretary threaten us?" J Was convinced that Becky had swapped the raffle box.

After all, very few people were involved in the preparations for the event. J and Becky were the two who could tamper with the box. J felt utterly betrayed.

For months, she had been lavishing Becky with the best food, clothes, and gifts, only to be double-crossed. J could not tolerate this kind of betrayal.