Chapter 713

Chapter 713:

This rascal had dared to call him names right to his face! It was outrageous! Absolutely unacceptable! Coyle pointed a trembling finger at Blaine.

“Watch your mouth, kid! I’m now the chairman of Wall Group. How dare you insult me like this?”

Blaine poked his pinky finger into his ear and let out an impatient huff. “The chairman? I don’t give a damn. Who do you think you are, barging into our home and putting on airs in front of us? Get out before you taint this place any further!”

Blaine gestured at the guards, who immediately stepped forward and seized Coyle and his assistant. They were unceremoniously tossed out the door, along with their gifts.

Ralph watched it all unfold, his expression unchanged, making no move to intervene.

Once Coyle and his assistant left, Ralph turned to Blaine, his voice calm but weighted. “Now, tell me—what’s going on?”

He knew Blaine well. The boy could act like a lazy vagabond half the time, but when it came to serious matters, Blaine didn’t play around. Blaine stepped forward, his usual smirk replaced by a rare seriousness. He laid everything out—what happened at Wall Manor; Sadie’s brutal beating, the photographs used to smear her name.

Ralph listened in silence. But when Blaine mentioned the violence Sadie had endured, Ralph’s expression darkened. His brows drew together, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. “Beaten that severely… Those people… the Wall family is colder than I thought.”

𝔽𝗂𝗋𝖲𝗍 𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 at ⳑ𝖆Ⱡ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗆

Still, he knew—this was the fire Sadie had to walk through. Coyle’s hunger for power was insatiable. And Sadie? She was the greatest obstacle in his way. What troubled Ralph wasn’t the attack itself—it was the depravity of the method. He hadn’t expected Coyle to go that far.

Blaine, frowning, leaned in. “Grandpa, what now? Are we just going to stand by? Shouldn’t we help Sadie?”

Ralph didn’t answer right away. “We shouldn’t interfere too deeply in the Wall family’s affairs. Sadie must learn to stand on her own,” Ralph said firmly, his voice measured. He paused, his eyes meeting Blaine’s with quiet gravity. “But ensure her safety. Stay in the shadows if you must—but help her when she needs it.”

Blaine gave a slight nod, already understanding the unspoken meaning behind the words. This wasn’t abandonment—it was calculated support.

Early the next morning, the atmosphere inside the Wall Group’s boardroom was thick with anticipation. Executives whispered in corners. Then, Coyle entered and took the head seat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today’s meeting is convened to address two critical matters,” he said smoothly, hands folded atop the polished table. “First, there have been some… unsavory rumors regarding my niece-in-law, Sadie. Let me clarify—Sadie is currently unwell and in need of rest. After an internal consensus, it has been unanimously agreed that she will be relieved of her duties as the chairwoman of the Wall Group.”

The room erupted in stunned murmurs. Many had caught whispers of the drama the day before, but the news still shocked everyone. After all, everyone knew what Sadie had accomplished. Since she took the helm of the Wall Group, her leadership had revitalized the company. To see her ousted so abruptly left a bitter taste in everyone’s mouths.

But Coyle, drunk on power, was unmoved. He raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. “Now, the second matter. Following a unanimous decision, I will be assuming the position of acting chairman effective immediately. I’ll be overseeing all daily operations until further notice.” Finally, the title he’d coveted for so long was his. And he didn’t waste a second. He rattled off a string of new appointments—placing his loyalists into every key department. One by one, he buried Sadie’s legacy beneath layers of control.

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