The Cherished Wife



"Aunt Clarisse, will you help me or not? I don't want to see this woman anymore. You have to get Charles or Uncle Mateo to kick her out of Collosus Group," J blurted out when she saw that Clarisse was still silent.

"I don't want to see her again. Didn't you say you care about me the most?"

"Enough!" Clarisse snapped, glaring at J. "How long are you going to keep causing trouble?"

"I'm not causing trouble, Aunt Clarisse. She's clearly challenging your authority. She even dared to threaten-"

Becky let out a cold laugh, looking at J as if she were a fool. It was no wonder Charles would not look at her. How could someone like J ever be a match for him? She was nothing but a lunatic.

"What are you laughing at?" J asked in a sharp voice.

"Nothing." Becky glanced at J, then turned to Clarisse. "Surely, you must realize that this is just a job; it's not worth me making enemies over. But even a cornered rabbit will bite back. Don't you agree?"

"What do you want?" Clarisse gritted her teeth, never imagining that she would be threatened by a mere secretary.

"I don't want anything. I'm just a secretary. I don't have the courage to oppose you or Ms. Baker. But you're smart. Surely, you can guess why I feel bold enough to speak like this?"

Becky rubbed her reddened cheek. "I've been gone for too long already. The main event of the year-end banquet is coming up. If I'm not there, not only will Mr. Hoffman be suspicious, but everyone at Collosus Group will notice as well. Madam—"

"Get out! Just get out of here!" Clarisse yelled in a fit of rage. "Get out now!"Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Becky smirked slightly. "Thank you, madam."

She straightened her back and walked out of the lounge with a composed demeanor.

"Aunt Clarisse, how could you let her go? This whole mess is clearly her doing. She's obviously going against me! If it weren't for her, I would've danced the opening number with Charles, not that other woman, that "

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J's tone turned erratic as soon as she mentioned Noelle. "Aunt Clarisse, how could you not help me?"

"Enough! Where has your brain gone? It's like you never use it when it's needed!" Clarisse was exasperated, almost driven to madness by J.

Becky was just a secretary, but she

would not dare act so boldly unless she knew something crucial. She should have just brushed things off, but the fact that she spoke so

openly suggested that Charles knew

everything.

He was aware that the raffle box had been switched but chose not to call them out to save J from humiliation.

Charles probably knew that they had asked for Becky as well.

A minor incident involving a secretary might not matter, but if that secretary was Charles' trusted confidante, then it was a different story.

"I told you before to treat Becky

nicely! Besides Ronald, Becky is the person Charlie trusts the most. She didn't climb to the position of head secretary at such a young age by being soft. Now look at what you've done by cutting ties with her Let's see how you handle things from here on out!"