Chapter 310

Chapter 310:

Noah didn’t reject the proposals. His direction to consult the butler effectively meant his consent was given.

Rising to his feet, Noah straightened his suit jacket.

“I must attend to some matters. Enjoy your day.”

With those words, he exited the estate, never once looking back.

As Sadie watched his silhouette vanish through the doorway, her feelings were a complex whirl of emotions.

She didn’t know what Noah was thinking, nor could she predict what the future held for them.

Her immediate priority, however, was to look after Averi.

Meanwhile, Kyla made her way furiously to the branch office and violently shut her office door, the sound echoing loudly.

Her chest heaved with anger.

“Why? Why does Sadie get to live at Myrtlewood Estate?” She seethed in silence, her voice dripping with fury. “I am the rightful lady of Myrtlewood Estate.”

As she paced her office, Kyla’s hands were clenched so tightly that her nails threatened to pierce her skin.

At that moment, there was a hesitant knock on the door from the design department manager.

“Come in.” Kyla forced herself to suppress her fury, trying to make her voice sound calm.

The manager walked in cautiously, holding a pile of documents, and moved toward her hesitantly.

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“Miss Wade, we have Ms. Shaw’s jewelry design drafts ready. Additionally, the invitation for the Starlight Gala has arrived.”

Receiving the documents, Kyla skimmed them quickly, her expression changing as an idea began to form.

“The Starlight Gala…” she muttered to herself as a plan started taking shape in her mind.

“Send out the order. Accelerate the production of Ms. Shaw’s jewelry. Ensure it’s ready before the Starlight Gala,” Kyla instructed unequivocally, leaving no space for debate.

The manager’s face tensed, revealing his uncertainty. “Miss Wade, achieving that might be impossible. We initially planned for delivery a month from now, and the gala is just three days away…”

“I don’t care!” Kyla’s hand slammed down on her desk, producing a resounding snap that silenced him instantly. “I expect results, not excuses. Fail to meet the deadline, and you’re all fired, starting with you!”

The design department manager shuddered, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Fully aware of Kyla’s fierce disposition, he dared not contest her demands. With a hesitant nod, he said, “Y-Yes, Miss Wade. I’ll organize it immediately.” He exited the office, each step laden with the weight of impending consequences.

Kyla watched him go, a chilling smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Now, Sadie, let’s see how you manage against me.”

Despite Sadie working with the Shaw Group through Eva’s secret assignment on another project involving the Starlight Gala, Kyla was intolerant of any competition.

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