The Cherished Wife



Rowena stood like a fierce guardian in front of Noelle, not letting anyone take her friend away. Lareal raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on Rowena. He quickly recognized her. He adjusted his glasses and offered a charming smile. "She's your friend, isn't she? She looks hurt. We really should get her to a hospital, or I can't promise she'll be okay."

"You..." Rowena looked at Noelle, worry etched on her face, and bit her lip. "Fine, but I'm coming too. We don't even know you guys!"

Lareal quirked an eyebrow. "Sure, that can be arranged." He looked at Rowena and Teresa. "You two can follow this young lady to the doctor, okay?"

With that, he gave a secret signal to the men in black. They quickly and expertly lifted Noelle and carried her away. Rowena and Teresa shared a quick glance, scooped up Noelle's dropped bag, and hurried after them.

Yevgen did not want to be left out and tried to follow, but Lareal's big, tough guys blocked his way. Yevgen was frustrated and upset. "Move aside!" The men in black stood firm, ignoring Yevgen's attempts to get past them, and formed a tight circle around everyone.

"What's going on here?" someone finally asked, as people began to sense that things were not as straightforward as they seemed. "What are you up to?"

"What are we up to?" Lareal said with a smirk. "You've got some nerve, stirring up trouble in The Majestic Lounge! Unfortunately for you all, all our bosses are here today. You owe them an explanation for what's happened, and trust me, they'll make sure you face the consequences."

Lareal's message was loud and clear: The Majestic Lounge was not a place to mess with.

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owned The Majestic Lounge. Every once in a while, streetwise folks would whisper that it was a place for the wealthy and powerful. Everyone who got in wished they coul@see the mysterious owner behind it all. However, the identity of the big boss remained a secret.

Ordinary people like them would never dream of setting foot in such a place. They were only there because of Yessica's husband, Spencer, who had some influence. However, their first visit turned out to be more eventful than they bargained for.

"You can't do this to us. Sure,

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something's gone wrong, but you haven't gotten the whole story yet. How can you pin it on us?" Annie's voice shook as she confronted Larea He did not recognize him, let alone know about his connection to The Majestic Lounge or its elusive owner. "You can't just hold us here. That's against the law!"

"Against the law?" Lareal's laugh was as frigid as a winter chill, his eyes hidden behind his glasses. He had learned how to be intimidating from hanging around Peter and Charles, even though he was the kind of guy who looked nice but was actually no good. He was not the type to show people mercy, especially not to a group of people that might have hurt Noelle. Lareal was running out of patience.

"Sir, I am so sorry!"

Yessica rushed in and gasped at the sight before her. "My friend didn't mean to do it. Spencer is... He's my husband. I'm the one who invited everyone to the party today, you know..."

"Spencer?" Lareal's eyes twinkled behind his glasses.

Yessica saw a chance and quickly added, "Yes. You must know my husband Spencer, right? He's connected to this place..."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.