Chapter 686

Chapter 686:

Sadie ignored his gesture entirely.

Once inside her office, she turned to Samuel and instructed, “Keep tabs on Sutton. Monitor him closely.”

A moment later, she added, “Also, arrange a meeting with Patrick.” Samuel, as always, asked no questions.

“Understood. I’ll handle it right away.”

Meanwhile, Blaine arrived at his new workspace on the 17th floor. The polished nameplate gleamed, and upon opening the door, he was greeted by an airy office with minimalist, tasteful decor.

Towering glass windows showcased a sweeping view of Jazmah’s skyline.

Clearly impressed, Blaine gave a low whistle.

“This is miles better than my setup overseas.”

Just then, a soft knock sounded.

“Come in,” he called, reclining casually in the chair.

Tina stepped inside, offering a professional smile.

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝗵𝓮𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝗰𝗈𝗺

“Good afternoon, Mr. Castro. I’m Tina, your new assistant.”

Her voice was smooth and measured, but as her eyes met Blaine’s, she froze.

Sadie never revealed that the general manager was Blaine—she had merely mentioned assigning her as the assistant to the general manager!

Equally surprised, Blaine grinned broadly.

His mood brightened as he stood from his seat and strode over to her.

“Well, well,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous.”

Blaine flashed a wide grin, mischief dancing in his voice.

Tina, flustered beneath his unwavering gaze, instinctively stepped backward to put some space between them.

“Hello, Mr. Castro,” she mumbled, barely audible.

Blaine found her awkwardness utterly captivating.

Leaning forward with deliberate ease, he murmured teasingly, “Did anyone ever tell you how charming you look when you blush?”

Mortified, Tina wished the ground would swallow her whole. She shoved him away and, mustering her courage, shot him a warning glare.

“Mr. Castro, kindly show some decorum.”

Wasting no time, she shifted gears, adding swiftly, “Ms. Hudson asked me to remind you to first review the partnership between Wall Group and Burgess Group, then check in with Sutton.”

Blaine’s smirk faltered briefly.

Sutton? Coyle’s son?

His brow creased, irritation flashing across his features, but he held his tongue.

After a beat, he chuckled and replied nonchalantly, “Sure, I’ll follow Ms. Hudson’s instructions.”

Meanwhile, Coyle stormed into the logistics department manager’s office, his cane striking the floor with a loud crack.

The room was empty—Sutton was missing.

His fury surged as he slammed the cane against the desk with force.

The sudden noise prompted Sutton’s assistant to rush inside.

“M-Mr. Wall, how may I assist you?”

Coyle’s breathing was heavy with rage.

“Where is Sutton? Where has he vanished to?”

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