The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 862

Noelle turned and gave Sean a quick look. "Mr. Smith, could you drive me home, please?"

Sean nodded. "My car's just outside."

"You Smith family brat!" Maxwell stopped Sean with a sharp look. "Are you sure you want to cross the Hoffmans? Charles is still oblivious to his duties and destiny. Are you going to help him blunder through his confusion?"

"Sir Hoffman," Sean replied, puzzled. "I'm not sure what you're getting at. Charles has made plenty of tough calls in the business world with clarity and conviction. I don't think he's lost when it comes to what he wants. Besides, I haven't done much today. I’m just helping Charles by taking his wife home."

"You... Are you really going to be so thankless?"

"So, what's your big plan? Leave Noelle hanging around here while you play the waiting game with her?" Sean could not help but chuckle. "Looks like you backed into a corner and had to pull a stunt like this, huh?"

Maxwell's brow creased in frustration as Sean pressed on. "Sure, the Hoffmans are a big deal in Brookville, but don't you dare sell the Smiths short. I might not be all that into the business drama, but that doesn't mean we're short on players." His gaze shifted to Noelle. "Sir Hoffman, are you snubbing Noelle because you think she's not good enough for Charles?"

Maxwell kept mum, and Sean's grin turned sly. "Or is it possible you’re clueless that Noelle is one of us Smiths?"

"What are you talking about?"

Maxwell was not the only one floored by the comment. Noelle was just as taken aback.

"Really now?"

Out of nowhere, a chilly voice drifted in from outside, followed by a series of crashes.

Maxwell's goons were all knocked to the floor. Noelle whipped around. "Charles!" Her eyes sparkled with delight.

Charles surveyed the fallen men and then glanced at Ronald and Andrew. "Take their weapons away!" he commanded. Then, the stormy look on his face softened as he approached Noelle, checking her over. "Are you okay?"