Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 731:

“Hello? Who’s this?” Blaine asked, feigning ignorance.

On the other end, Coyle’s voice carried a cautious yet overly polite tone. “Blaine, it’s me, Coyle. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

Blaine chuckled. “Oh, Mr. Wall. What’s up?”

Coyle hesitated before speaking again, his tone even more deferential. “I wanted to ask if you’ve seen Sadie. Has she agreed to return to the company?”noveldrama

Feigning realization, Blaine dramatically slapped his forehead. “Oh! That totally slipped my mind, Mr. Wall! I got so caught up in the fun today that I haven’t gotten around to it.” He paused before adding dismissively, “Tell you what, I’ll make sure to ask her tomorrow. Hello? Hello? Mr. Wall? The reception here is terrible—I can barely hear you. Let’s chat later!”

Without waiting for a reply, Blaine promptly ended the call. With swift precision, he blocked the number and powered off his phone in one smooth motion.

The group watched him, each reacting differently. Sadie sighed, shaking her head. Blaine was getting craftier by the day. Tina barely held back her laughter. Noah, still masked, remained unreadable, though his grip on the wine glass stilled briefly.

Meanwhile, in the chairman’s office at Wall Group, Coyle stared at his phone in disbelief. Terrible reception? No—Blaine had intentionally hung up on him.

Coyle dialed again, unwilling to give up. “Sorry, the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…” The robotic voice only confirmed what he dreaded. Even a fool would understand now. He’d been played! That little punk had deceived him—and taken his black card in the process!

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“Damn it!” Coyle’s fury exploded. His forehead veins bulged as he hurled his phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces. “Blaine! Sadie! Just wait and see!” he roared, pacing the room in frustration.

With the partnership with Burgess Group in jeopardy, Sutton missing, and now Blaine making a fool of him, things were spiraling out of control.

Just then, the office door burst open. His assistant stumbled in, face drained of color, panting heavily.

“Sir—sir! There’s trouble!”

Coyle, still fuming, glared at him. “What now? Has the world ended?”

The assistant swallowed nervously, his voice shaking. “The shareholders—they’re back! They’re demanding an immediate solution for the deal with Burgess Group, or they’ll start selling off their stakes! They’re all waiting in the conference room!”

Coyle swallowed his rage, tugged sharply at his tie, and strode purposefully toward the conference room. Even before reaching the entrance, he heard the agitated voices spilling from inside.

Pushing open the heavy door, he stepped into pure chaos. Clusters of shareholders argued animatedly, faces twisted with dissatisfaction, complaints rising louder by the second.

“Coyle is dragging the Wall Group straight into ruin!”

“Precisely! Did we ever face such disasters when Ms. Hudson was in charge?”

“He single-handedly botched the deal with Burgess Group—how can someone like him still be the chairman?”

“Sadie could do a far better job than this!”

These people, who once bowed respectfully at every word Coyle uttered, were now openly casting blame the moment trouble arose.

With a stormy expression, Coyle marched to the head of the table and slammed his palm down sharply, commanding the room.

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