Chapter 633

Chapter 633:

This was their home.

Now, she was the only one left.

A fresh wave of sorrow crashed over her, and she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears spilled down her face, an endless flood of anguish. Why? Why had Noah shut her out completely? Why wouldn’t he tell her anything?

Sadie locked herself in her bedroom. She refused to eat, refused to speak—cutting herself off from the world.

Outside, Breck paced anxiously, torn between concern and fear of disturbing her.

He even arranged for her favorite dishes from Nirvana, hoping to coax her out. But she never touched them.

Days passed. Then, one evening, Samuel returned, his face grim as he stood at the door of the master bedroom. He hesitated, then knocked lightly. “Mrs. Wall?” Silence.

He tried again, his voice firmer this time. “Mrs. Wall, since Mr. Wall’s accident, the company has been in chaos.” Still, nothing. No sound. No movement.

Samuel paused briefly before speaking. “Coyle Wall, Mr. Wall’s uncle, has returned with his family and is exploiting Mr. Wall’s absence to seize control of the company.”

His voice carried a sharp urgency. He was fully aware that Sadie was their last hope.

“I realize you’re in pain, but the company is on the brink of ruin.” The silence in the room was heavy.

Samuel’s stomach tightened, fearing that Sadie might refuse to help.

Just as he was ready to give up, the door swung open.

Sadie appeared, her complexion drained, but her eyes burned with resolve.

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“What’s happening?” Relief flooded Samuel. At last, she was stepping up. The Wall Group could still be saved.

He quickly relayed the recent developments to her.

Sadie gave a slow nod, swallowing hard, then rasped, “Nigel transferred some shares to me as part of my grandfather’s estate.”

Samuel leaned forward. “Coyle and his family control more shares than we can currently access. To stabilize the situation, there’s only one path left.”

“And what is that?” Sadie demanded.

“We must secure Mr. Wall’s shares,” Samuel whispered, knowing it was a drastic measure.

“That requires Mrs. Isabel Wall’s approval,” he added, dread weighing his tone.

Given Isabel’s prior attitude, persuading her seemed impossible. “Mrs. Isabel Wall leaves for her flight tomorrow, the same day as the shareholders’ meeting. Coyle will make his move then. Tonight is our final opportunity.”

Sadie knew how much Noah valued the company. She couldn’t allow his uncle to dismantle everything in his absence.

“Let’s move.”

Wiping her tears away, she changed into a sharp business suit that radiated authority.

In the mirror, her face was pale, but her gaze burned with unwavering determination.

“We’ll go to the airport hotel where Mrs. Isabel Wall is staying,” Samuel informed her as they hurried out.

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