The Cherished Wife

Teresa finally calmed down and gave Noelle an exasperated look. "My calmness depends on the situation. I mean, this is Charles Hoffman we're talking about! How can that not be shocking? Just ask Rowena."

"Exactly. Teresa is absolutely right," Rowena agreed, nodding earnestly. "When I first heard that she married Charles, I had the same reaction as you, Teresa."

Rowena hooked her arm around Noelle's shoulder. "But seriously, there's no time like the present. Since you're going to introduce us to Charles, let's do it today. We're free, and it's the weekend. Who knows when your busy husband will have time otherwise?"

"Now?" Noelle thought for a moment. "Alright. Let me call him and see if he's available."

The three of them found a comfortable place to sit, and Noelle dialed Charles' number. Rowena glanced at the screen and burst into laughter. "Teresa, guess what name Noelle has saved for Charles in her phone?"

"Hubby?"

"That's too cliche. Try again."

"Sweetheart?"

"She's labeled him as 'The Man at Home.' Hahaha. You're such a weirdo, Noelle. How could you save his caller ID like that? If Charles saw that, he'd be... totally speechless."

Noelle rolled her eyes at Rowena. "What's so weird about that? I think it's fine!" she said as she dialed Charles' number.

Meanwhile, in a dark room, only the sound of agonized screams could be heard, echoing throughout the space. Qutside, the scene was one of vibrant nightlife. This place was Brookville's largest trading venue. It had a mix of all kinds of people, and Charles and his crew were the rulers of this dark domain.

Andrew opened the iron door and stepped out. That was when he saw the man in a white shirt that contrasted sharply with the darkness and blood inside.

The man held a cigarette between his fingers, and in the dim corridor, the smoke spiraled upward.

"Mr. Hoffman!" Even someone as big as Andrew showed utmost respect and a strange sense of reverence to Charles.

Charles turned with one hand in his pocket and glanced inside. "How is it?"

"That kid's stubborn and won't talk,"

Andrew replied while gritting his teeth. "But Mr. Smith's methods worked well. We can use them in the future Andrew said, feeling a senseContent © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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room.

Charles' eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hidden intensity. "As long as we get results, the process doesn't matter," he said.

He thought of Sean's effectiveness.

Despite having a surgeon's hands, Sean engaged in activities that made life unbearable for others. "Since he won't talk, there's no use keeping him. Have Sean handle it."

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman!" Andrew then said in a deep voice, "I failed to complete the task. Please punish me."

Charles narrowed his eyes at him. He was about to respond when his phone rang. The distinctive ringtone made him immediately compose himself. He answered, "What's up?"