The Cherished Wife

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With Joseph gone, Robert looked really upset. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. “Get to my office now. I want to know everything that happened yesterday, down to the last detail!”

Joseph stepped out of the Colossus Grou

building with a sinking feeling. He suddenly remembered that Jenson Lowry from Colossus Group was the head of the Finance Department.

A jolt of fear ran through him. What if Jenson was in trouble? That would mean Robert could be in hot water too. The issues cropping up at Frotconn now were certainly no accident.

He quickly dialed Xavier’s number. “Stop working on Robert’s shipment right now. If you can, destroy it all, and don’t leave any evidence in writing.”

However, Joseph did not realize that he was only barely scraping the surface.

Robert’s secretary recounted every detail of the previous day’s events to him. Robert’s face turned a shade of stormy gray. “What have you been doing? Why didn’t you tell me yesterday? Where’s Jenson

now?”

“W–we don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? How can someone just vanish into thin air? Did you even look for him?” Robert was fuming. “He has too much important information. If Charles gets his hands on it, we’re

doomed.”

At that moment, despite being restrained, Jenson was being treated to good food and drink by Ronald’s

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Jenson knew he was trapped. He had always known working for Robert might lead to trouble, but he never imagined it would come knocking so soon.

“Mr. Hoffman!”

Ronald spotted Charles’s car rolling up and swung the door open for him. “He’s inside.”

Charles stepped out, his dark eyes aloof and detached. At Ronald’s words, he glanced up. “What was that?

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“He didn’t say much except that he’s excited to meet you!”

Charles quirked an eyebrow, his long fingers drumming on the car door. “Alright. Let’s go check it out.”

When Jenson caught sight of Charles, he shot to his feet. “Mr. Hoffman, Lknow I messed up. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about Mr. Harris. Just promise you’ll free me! I have to look after my parents and my kids! I can’t end up behind bars!”

Charles shot Ronald a look. Ronald signaled the bodyguards, and two of them quickly stepped forward to yank Jenson to his feet.

“Men shouldn’t kneel for no reason. I’m not your great–grandpa, so why kneel to me?”

Charles was clearly amused. He pulled a chair aside and took a seat with a relaxed air.

While Charles seemed totally at ease, Jenson was sweating bullets.

Charles was even more notorious for his ruthless ways than Peter Lennon. If anyone in Brookville crossed

Mr. Hoffman, he had a million tricks up his sleeve to use against them, none of which would require him getting his hands dirty.

The bodyguards pinned Jenson’s hands, not allowing him to move even an inch. His face was dripping

with sweat.

Charles squinted slightly and chuckled softly. “Release him.”

The moment the bodyguard let go, Jenson slumped to the floor like he was boneless. “Mr. Hoffman, I’ve got a ledger here with records of Mr. Harris’s secret dealings over the years. He’s also started two companies with Collosus Group’s money.”

A sharp glint shone in Charles’s eyes. “Go on.”

“Mr. Harris has been pulling money out of Collosus Group every six months, using all sorts of excuses to funnel it into his own businesses. He’d always shuffle the funds around to cover his tracks.”

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