Chapter 373

Chapter 373:

Kyla’s blood turned to ice.

“What did you just say?” she demanded, her voice razor-sharp.

The assistant held out a tablet, hands trembling. Kyla snatched it and scanned the screen furiously.

Sure enough, the smear campaign had vanished—every carefully placed whisper, every planted seed of doubt—gone.

In their place were glowing endorsements for Sadie, professionals in the field voicing their unwavering support, calling her brilliant and inspirational.

“What the hell is going on?” she roared, the force of her rage rattling the air.

The assistant flinched.

“I—I don’t know for certain, but… it looks like Mr. Wall’s team is behind this.”

“Noah?” Kyla hissed, her expression twisting with fury. “He actually helped her?” Her fingers curled around the tablet in a white-knuckled grip before she flung it to the floor. The screen shattered on impact, the sharp crack slicing through the tense silence.

“I can’t believe he’s choosing Sadie over me!” Kyla shouted in disbelief. Silently, the assistant bowed his head, too fearful to make any comment.

Kyla worked to soothe her own nerves.

Meanwhile, within the CEO office of Wall Group, Noah was sitting at his desk, absorbed in a document, with a concerned look knitting his brow.

“Samuel, give me an update,” he said.

Samuel stood before him, beginning, “Mr. Wall, we’ve effectively removed negative reports about Miss Hudson from the web. Public perception has turned favorable.”

Noah’s eyes flickered with a trace of satisfaction as he responded, “Good.”

Samuel hesitated slightly, then continued, “There’s another issue… It appears the root of these rumors may be connected to Miss Wade.”

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Noah’s head snapped up.

“What did you say?”

“Numerous accounts behind the rumors trace back to the assistant of Miss Wade.”

A shadow fell over Noah’s face.

“Kyla…”

His tone was deep, with a dark edge.

Setting aside the document he was reviewing, he clasped his hands together and fixed his gaze on the investigation results on his computer screen.

“According to our findings, Miss Wade’s assistant was involved, but it’s likely that Miss Wade was the mastermind,” Samuel said, his forehead beading with sweat.

Noah remained quiet, the room heavy with silence, as the air thickened with tension.

“Very well,” Noah eventually said. “Have Kyla oversee the project in Slimron.”

Samuel blinked in surprise.

“Slimron?” Although the project was important, its location was notoriously challenging and isolated. This looked like a punishment.

“Mr. Wall, about the project in Slimron…” Samuel began.

Noah’s gaze snapped to him sharply.

“What? Is there something wrong with my decision?”

“Absolutely not.” Samuel quickly bowed his head. “I will handle it immediately.” He refrained from further comment and exited the office promptly.

Noah’s decision was final, and any effort to change his mind seemed pointless. Back at Kyla’s luxurious home, the tension was clear.

“How can he treat me like this for her sake!” Kyla seethed, her usually impeccable makeup doing little to conceal her rage.

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