The Cherished Wife

Chapter 197

Chapter 197

Joseph made the final decision for them. “Are you feeling better now, Winter?”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Harris!” Hearing Joseph’s assurance, Winter felt completely at ease. “Mr. Harris, I’ll head back now and not disturb your and Xavier’s work

Winter carried her bag and walked out cheerfully. Xavier’s expression, however, was dark. “Dad, what are you thinking? You want me to beg Charles? You know what he’s like, he…”

“Do you have a better solution?” Joseph looked at Xavier with disappointment. “I’m doing this for you. If you had Charles‘ abilities, would I be letting you marry an idiot? Don’t forget, she holds 15% of the Shaw family shares. Once you marry her, those will be yours.

Xavier growled, “Dad, I don’t need them!”

“How can you say that?” Joseph’s voice turned cold. “This is settled. You’ll go to Charles. We’re also associated with the Hoffman family, so he won’t ignore us.”

In the CEO’s office on the 27th floor of the Collosus Group building, Charles paused his writing and looked up with narrowed eyes. “He’s here? That’s faster than I expected!”

“Mr. Hoffman, you really are good at predicting things Ronald admired Charles’s foresight. He had not expected Xavier to seek Charles’s help so soon. “But there’s one thing I don’t understand. Xavier has faced rejection from you so many times. Why would he still come?”

Ronald had seen Xavier a few times and knew he was a proud man. It seemed unlikely he would return

Charles smirked. “No one refuses money. Even if he doesn’t want to come, his father would find a way to

make him.”

Ronald nodded. “So, what do we do now?”

“Let him up,” Charles said, signing the last document. “Make sure this project starts within a year. The first phase must begin soon.”

“Yes, sir!” Ronald collected the document. “I’ll bring him up now.”

Xavier was escorted by the secretarial staff to Charles‘ office. It was his first time in the core level of

here. Collosus Group’s headquarters. Previously, he had not been able to come up

Xavier looked at the grand yet simple office floor, feeling a surge of envy and dissatisfaction.

Despite sharing the same blood, he was not only a generation below Charles but also far less fortunate.

Xavier did not think his abilities were lacking, but he felt inferior in front of Charles. It was a deeply unpleasant feeling.

“Mr. Harris, we’re here!” Charles‘ secretary smiled and knocked on the door. “Mr. Hoffman, Mr. Harris is

here!”

Come in!” Charles‘ cool voice came from inside the office.

The secretary opened the door and gestured for him to enter. Xavier pressed his lips together, took a deep breath, and stepped into Charles‘ territory. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.