Chapter 685

Chapter 685:

The contract was airtight—the deal was complete.

How was this possible?

Sutton had promised Burgess Group would refuse Sadie’s offer.

What went wrong?

Sadie cleared her throat, her voice soft yet audible to everyone present.

“Everyone, the general manager seat has been vacant for a while. Mr. Ralph Castro and I have agreed that Blaine will assume the role.”

Shock rippled through the room.

All heads turned toward Blaine, who flashed a roguish grin and a playful wink.

The shareholders exchanged knowing looks, murmuring softly amongst themselves.

After all, Blaine was Ralph’s grandson, and having a Castro in charge as general manager felt inevitable.

Still, Blaine hardly fit the image of a competent leader.

Coyle’s hands balled into fists, his expression dark with fury.

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺; 𝓜𝒐𝒓𝑒 novels

That scheming woman had crossed the line.

He had carefully orchestrated this meeting to oust Sadie and appoint Sutton to the general manager position.

Yet, Sadie had blindsided everyone by installing Blaine instead.

His entire strategy was in shambles.

Frustration surged within Coyle, pushing him to the brink.

Meanwhile, Sadie, either unaware or indifferent to the storm brewing on his face, pressed on smoothly.

“Regarding the upcoming collaboration with the Burgess Group, Sutton, the logistics department manager, will be solely responsible.”

What? Was she offering Sutton a consolation prize to soften the blow? Rage simmered within Coyle, but he bit it back, knowing he needed to endure it for the sake of his son.

Satisfied with the outcome, Sadie rose from her seat and concluded sharply, “That will be all for today. Meeting adjourned.”

Without sparing another glance at the attendees, she exited confidently.

Blaine followed soon after, as carefree as ever.

The gathering dispersed abruptly, leaving Coyle frozen, pale with anger and disbelief.

He had spent months plotting, only to be effortlessly outmaneuvered by Sadie.

He seethed with resentment, unwilling to accept the bitter taste of failure, but helpless to reverse it. No—there was no way he’d let this slide. He would never surrender so easily.

Outside, as Sadie and Blaine walked in the hallway, Blaine shifted into a playful mood.

“You were brilliant in there, Sadie. You made Coyle’s face drain of all color.”

Sadie kept her focus, striding steadily toward the elevator.

“Your office is on the 17th floor,” she stated curtly. “I’ve assigned an assistant to you. She’s capable—dependable.”

Blaine wasn’t the least bit concerned about who the assistant might be. What intrigued him was Sadie herself—calm, cool, and efficient, just as she had been at the shareholders’ meeting, a stark contrast to his grandfather’s description of a delicate woman in need of protection.

Sadie was clearly a beautiful and formidable woman.

Raising a brow in amusement, Blaine watched her walk away. He flashed a wink at her retreating figure before heading downstairs.

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