Chapter 732

Chapter 732:

“That’s enough!”

A stunned silence immediately filled the air.

Coyle forced a strained smile, struggling to maintain a composed voice. “Please, everyone, let’s remain calm. I’m already handling the situation personally. All I ask for is a little patience.”

The moment he finished, Malcolm, seated just to his left, let out a disdainful snort and rose abruptly.

“Handling it, Mr. Wall?” Malcolm mocked coldly. “Last I checked, Mr. Noel from Burgess Group won’t even return your calls.”

Coyle’s smile froze stiffly on his face.

Malcolm glared openly at Coyle’s silent embarrassment, his tone uncompromising. “Let me be blunt: if the deal with Burgess Group isn’t rescued within two days, I’ll dump every single share I hold. I’d rather take my money elsewhere than watch it vanish in this sinking ship!”

With a sharp turn, Malcolm stormed from the room.

The remaining shareholders exchanged uncertain glances. Gradually, they began rising as well.

“Malcolm has a point, Mr. Wall. Pull yourself together,” one shareholder said pointedly. “Two days—no satisfactory results, and we’ll also be selling our shares.”

𝒯ℎ𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒻𝓮𝑅𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒆𝓃𝓒𝑒: 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝓂

One by one, the shareholders filed out, leaving Coyle alone in suffocating silence. His chest rose and fell heavily with rage, a dark shadow passing over his face. These scheming, traitorous old foxes were cornering him!

Unable to contain his fury, he violently swung out an arm, toppling the chair in front of him with a loud crash.

Patrick! The Burgess Group! Sadie! Blaine! And now these faithless, backstabbing shareholders!

He refused—utterly refused—to accept defeat! Was the Wall Group so fragile that losing the partnership with Burgess Group alone would doom it entirely? With countless projects in the pipeline, surely there had to be another opportunity he could seize!

Coyle paced anxiously, thoughts spinning furiously. Suddenly, his memory sparked.

The New Rise Corporation—part of the influential Howe Group—had just started an ambitious new energy project and was currently inviting bids.

A fire ignited in his eyes. If he secured that deal, it would not only offset the current loss, but also pave the way to building ties with the powerful Howe family. Determined, Coyle quickly made a call.

“Bring Briley to me. Immediately.”

“Right away, Mr. Wall.”

After a brief moment, Briley stepped into the room, looking tired and downcast.

“You called, Dad?” she asked quietly.

Seeing his daughter’s dispirited state, Coyle felt a flicker of irritation. But given the critical nature of his next step, he softened his voice deliberately.

“How are things progressing between you and Alex?”

Briley immediately dropped her gaze, her voice carrying a trace of bitterness.

“‘Dad, just forget about him. Ever since that night, he’s been avoiding me completely. I haven’t even been able to get close,” Briley murmured unhappily.

That night? Coyle’s eyes sharpened immediately.

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