The Cherished Wife

Wife 104

“Hmm?” Charles rested his chin on his hand, his eyebrows lifting slightly with interest. “Keep talking.”

“A couple of years back, a gap in the funds was almost spotted. Luckily, Collosus Group had put money into Frotconn, so…”

“So Robert used Frotconn to move the money around?”

“That’s right.” Jenson wiped the sweat from his forehead. “That’s all I know. Mr. Harris kept me out of the loop on the other stuff, but I kept track of everything I was involved in, so…”

Charles gestured dismissively. “I’ve found the right help for your mother’s heart condition.” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Really?” Jenson’s face lit up with hope. Even with his wealth, finding a heart for a transplant was nearly impossible without years of waiting. It would take a lot of power and connections, and he was just the head of the Finance Department, not a big shot with influence. Even his boss Robert would not bother to help with such a personal issue.

“Thank you, Mr. Hoffman. If you can save my mother, I’ll give you all the evidence you want.”

Charles gave a slight smile. “You can’t stay in Brookville.”

“I understand. I’ll take my family and leave. I just ask that Mr. Hoffman spares our lives.”

Charles looked over at Ronald, who simply nodded. “Follow me.”

Jenson finally breathed a sigh of relief once Charles was gone. “The ledger’s at the office.”

“Really?” Ronald raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You’re smarter than I thought.”

Jenson managed a weak smile. “The most dangerous place is often the safest. But Robert’s so careful.

I’m worried…”

“Don’t sweat it. He won’t catch on that quickly!” Ronald called Charles. Just then, a group of men in black stormed into Jenson’s house. They ignored his wife’s protests and ransacked the place, searching everywhere. However, they found nothing.

“It’s not here, Mr. Jacot!”

Laird Jacot, who worked closely with Robert, received a phone call that left him with a worried expression. He rushed to knock on Robert’s office door. “Mr. Harris, there’s trouble at Jenson’s family home… Mr. Hoffman!”

Laird was shocked to see someone else in Robert’s office. It was Charles. His hand shook a little, and he

was at a loss for words.

Charles quirked an eyebrow, his long fingers tracing the edge of his cup and tapping lightly. “Robert, I hope I’m not interrupting your work.”

“No, of course not!”

Robert shot Laird a stern look. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a meeting with Mr. Hoffman? Please leave us.”

“Right away!” Laird’s face went white. What a disaster!

Robert was wracked with nerves and confusion. He could not figure out what Charles, the much younger leader of the Hoffman family, was planning or how much evidence he had gathered.

Charles usually stayed out of other people’s business, but he had come straight to Robert this time.

“You know about that, don’t you?” Robert asked.

Charles lifted an eyebrow. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

He held up a yellow folder, giving it a little shake. Robert’s face twisted into a grimace. “You…”

“Should I spell it out, or would you like to explain?” Charles asked.

“Charles, remember who you’re talking to. I’m a big shot at Collosus Group. You can’t just push me around!

“1