Chapter 773

Chapter 773:

He deserved no mercy.

“Ensure the assassin will never hurt anyone again. Leave no trace,” she instructed calmly, her voice carrying a frosty edge.

“As for Coyle,” she continued, “send him back to Zupren. Have him watched closely. He’s not to enter the country again without my explicit permission.”

“Understood, Ms. Hudson,” came the reply.

Samuel nodded promptly, his agreement immediate. This decision was already a gesture of goodwill from Sadie, born from family ties.

As he was about to leave, he paused as if recalling something and turned back. “Ms. Hudson, there’s something else,” he added, his tone laden with implication. “The media are buzzing about Miss Wall’s act of bravery—her selfless decision to save you. The coverage is quite touching, and many are applauding her generosity and forgiving spirit. Yet, there’s curious speculation about her attire at the event—why she was in a waitress’s uniform.”

The revelation caught Sadie off guard, her brow furrowing in concern. Briley’s actions had indeed cast her in a sympathetic light, boosting her public image.

Samuel hesitated, then shared more news.

“Moreover, at Wall Manor, the family elders held an urgent meeting and have unanimously decided that Miss Wall epitomizes the Wall family’s ideals because of her recent actions. They’re prepared to welcome her back into the family fold and are interested in your viewpoint.”

Sadie fell silent, weighing her thoughts before exhaling softly.

It was undeniable—Briley had saved her life, an act that not only preserved her own but also reinstated Briley in the Wall family’s good graces.

Despite Briley’s initial intentions, the current circumstances left Sadie with no choice. If she were to block Briley from rejoining the family, it could cast her in a harsh, unkind light, potentially damaging the Wall Group’s carefully maintained reputation.

Thus, Sadie felt compelled to compromise.

“Let’s honor the elders’ decision,” she stated calmly.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶

“Understood,” Samuel replied, then left.

Meanwhile, in a plush room at Jazmah Hopevale Hospital, Coyle lay on his bed, his expression tense. Half his face was paralyzed, his eyes misty and turbulent with unease.

He was overwhelmed with anxiety, wondering why he hadn’t received any updates from the person he sent out.

By this point, Coyle had expected the banquet scheme to be a resounding success. Did Sadie die?

He attempted to shift his gaze toward the assistant who stood nearby, barely breathing, head bowed in apprehension.

With a raspy sound from his throat, Coyle signaled to the assistant, who quickly nodded and made to leave the room to fetch news.

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