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    She gave them a faint smile and spoke in a steady, firm tone.


    “If you have any doubts about his identity, you are more than wee to visit Mr. Ralph Castro and ask him yourself. Regardless, ine shall represent the Castro family starting today. Feel free to direct any relevant concerns you may have to him.”


    Her words left no room for argument.


    For good measure, Samuel stepped forward and began distributing a set of documents down the table.


    “Please take a look at the document. It’s an official authorization signed by Mr. Ralph Castro himself.”


    The shareholders pored over the document and scrutinized it from every angle.


    But no matter how hard they looked, the signature, the seal—everything was genuine.


    It was Ralph’s signature on the document, right beside the stamped seal of the Castro family.


    Another wave of whispers swept through the room. Everyone was shocked by this development.


    That unruly-looking rascal was really Ralph’s grandson? Was the Castro family actually stepping back into thepany affairs?


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    What was going on?


    Coyle gnashed his teeth together. He had never seen thising, and he couldn’t stomach the fact. It never urred to him that Sadie would enlist the Castro family’s support. This was turning into a total disaster!


    The Castro family had been one of Wall Group’s founding pirs. With their backing, Sadie’s position would practically be untouchable. Coyle’s fists clenched at his sides, his rage bubbling up to the surface.


    “Is there a problem?” ine asked in obvious provocation. “Still think I’m an imposter?”


    ine’s voice was rxed,ced with the entitlement of someone born into privilege.


    Instantly, Coyle’splexion darkened even more.


    ine was mocking him.


    Fury surged in Coyle’s chest, but hecked the courage to challenge the Castro name directly and was forced to suppress his rage.


    Instead, he channeled his bitterness toward Sadie.


    “Sadie, you…”


    “Coyle,” Sadie cut in, her tone sharp andmanding, “In thispany, you will refer to me as Ms. Hudson.”


    Coyle was practically trembling with rage.


    That shameless woman!


    First ine, now Sadie—he’d been thoroughly embarrassed. His jaw tightened as he scrambled to reim authority.


    “Ms. Hudson, there’s only one day left until the deadline you mentioned. And today happens to be the shareholders’ gathering. Surely you’re not about to read a resignation speech in this very room?” His voice was thick with mockery and challenge.


    Sadie’s calm never wavered. Without a word, she nced toward Samuel.


    Catching her cue, Samuel ced a pile of papers on the polished conference table.


    “Everyone,” he said firmly, “please review these documents. They detail the partnership Ms. Hudson secured with Mr. Noel from Burgess Group. The formal celebration will be held this Friday.”


    Gasps filled the room as Samuel’s announcementnded. Coyle snatched the papers, eyes darting across the pages.


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