The Cherished Wife

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The stage and audience were filled with cheers and applause. No one noticed J's situation at the door or heard the harsh words she shouted. J was led away by Clarisse. The noises on and off stage gradually quieted down.

Winter, who was smiling broadly, walked up to Charles and extended her hand. "Mr. Hoffman, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I promise I'll cherish it."

Charles raised an eyebrow and glanced at Winter's outstretched hand. After a brief pause, he extended his own hand and shook hers. "Let's wait and see."

Charles only held Winter's hand briefly before letting go. During their handshake, someone captured the moment in a photograph.

Charles withdrew his hand and turned to look at the audience. "Alright, the event continues. Who's performing next?"

"Mr. Hoffman, it's time for the raffle!" Becky quickly stepped forward and said, "And we'd like you to draw the winner!"

Charles smirked. "Oh? What's the prize?"

"It's this year's grand prize." Becky signaled for her assistant to bring up the raffle box.

Meanwhile, Winter stepped off the stage while supported by Suzy. She was still in a state of excitement. She did not notice Charles wiping his hand with a towel before tossing it to Becky. "Take care of this."

Becky raised an eyebrow and immediately put the towel away. "Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

With everyone's eyes on him, Charles reached into the raffle box.

"The winning number is... 127, blue card. Who has it?" Charles announced while glancing at the audience.

Noelle noticed the man next to her stand up. Sure enough, Brian held up a blue card with the number 127.

"Congratulations to Mr. Parker from the project department." Charles' deep voice carried a hint of a smile. "Ms. Malls, what's the grand prize?" "It's a car!" Becky said with a smile. "Mr. Parker, you're very lucky! Congratulations! Please see me after the event to claim your prize." Brian gave a small smile. "Thank you, Mr. Hoffman." After saying this, he sat back down, acting as if winning the grand prize was no big deal Arya, who was sitting nearby, could hardly contain her excitement. "Mr. Parker, that's amazing! It's a car-a Range Rover, I heard. That must be worth hundreds of thousands!"

Brian smiled softly. "It should be."

"Aren't you happy, Mr. Parker?"

"I am. Can't you tell?" Brian replied with a hint of amusement, lowering his head to continue typing on his phone.

Arya was about to say something more, but Noelle gently pulled her back and shook her head slightly. "Keep it down." "Oh, okay."

The event progressed toward the

final performance, which was

Brielle's Brielle had trained in

various arts since childhood, and the violin was a constant companion throughout her life.

Despite her disappointment over the decision of Saint Di's spokesperson earlier, Brielle composed herself. Having already come to this point, she knew she could not leave midway.

She suppressed her discontent and performed a piece before quietly stepping off the stage.

Charles concluded with a closing speech, officially ending the event. By the time it ended, it was already midnight Many attendees left promptly as they were pressed for time. Soon, the vast venue was nearly empty, save for a few remaining individuals.