The Cherished Wife novel Chapter 508

Fury bubbling up inside her, Janet drew back her leg and delivered a solid kick to the door. The kick set off the anti-theft alarm, and within moments, the shrill sound filled the floor. Security guards were on her in an instant, their expressions wary as they recognized her. "Ms. Baker, what are you doing at Mr. Hoffman's office?"

"I... I..." Janet's words faltered as panic set in. The alarm's blare had already sent her heartbeat into overdrive, and now her feet felt like they were encased in concrete, refusing to move.

"It wasn't me, Charles sent me up here for a document, he..."

"Ms. Baker, you're saying Mr. Hoffman sent you for a document? Where is Mr. Hoffman now?" The guards were on high alert, their last encounter with Charles' warnings still fresh in their minds. "If Mr. Hoffman sent you, would you mind giving him a call?"

"You, you... Charles really did tell me to get the documents. If you don't believe me, just call Charles!"

"Look, we don't have the big boss's number. Since you're his sister, shouldn't you have it?" The security guard stood his ground, unyielding.

Janet might have been used to getting her way, but the sight of the two towering guards made her heart race with fear. With no other option, she tried calling Charles. However, it was like he had psychic powers or something—his phone was off, and Janet could not reach him.

Panic surged through Janet, and when the automated voice said, "Sorry, the number you're trying to reach is turned off," she felt like she had turned to stone.

The guards looked at each other, then back at her. "Sorry, Ms. Baker, but you'll need to come with us."

"Aunt Clary!" Janet wailed, throwing herself at Clarisse's mercy. "You've gotta take my side here. Those security guys, you just have to fire them. They were so mean to me!"

"Shh, shh, they're gone," Clarisse soothed, all fierce protectiveness. "Nobody gets away with messing with you on my watch. I'm going to fire them."

"Clary," Mateo groaned, massaging his temples. "This is business, not personal. You're not on the payroll, you can't just—"

"Can't I?" Clarisse cut in, her voice sharp as ice. "Did you even see what they did to Janet? Just a couple of guards, and they think they can push around Janet?" She was not having any of Mateo's excuses. "Spill it, Mateo. This was you, wasn't it? You set this up!"