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    The assistant trembled, afraid to meet Coyle’s seething re.


    “I-I’ll contact him right away.”


    Coyle’s eyes narrowed like des.


    Ipetent fool! He couldn’t even handle a simple task!


    The assistant’s shaky fingers dialed Sutton’s number.


    The line rang endlessly until a groggy, annoyed voice finally answered.


    “Who’s this? What’s the reason for waking me? It’s too early,” Sutton grumbled, half-asleep.


    The assistant broke into a cold sweat at Sutton’s sluggish tone.


    “Mr. Wall, where are you? Your father demands your presence immediately.”


    Silence lingered for a moment before Sutton sighed in irritation.


    “My father is looking for me? Seriously? Doesn’t he know I’m busy?”


    “He is furious. Please return at once,” the assistant pleaded desperately.


    “Furious? What now?” Sutton snapped, still groggy.


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    “It concerns the shareholders’ meeting,” the assistant exined hastily, ending the call before Sutton could say more. Anxiously, he turned back to Coyle.


    “Mr. Sutton Wall was… sleeping. I told him to return immediately.”


    Coyle’s expression darkened, his fury reaching a boiling point.


    Sleeping? That pathetic son of his! They were about to lose the chance to take over thepany, and this fool had the audacity to be sleeping? Worthless!


    Rage made Coyle’s hand tremble as he clenched the cane. If Sutton stood before him now, he would’ve beaten him senseless.


    Meanwhile, Sutton rubbed his aching head, the hangover clouding his thoughts.


    As he shifted to lie back down, a realization struck him—shareholders’ meeting!


    His eyes snapped open in horror. Today was the shareholders’ meeting!


    “Shit!” he cursed under his breath.


    Adrenaline surging, he sprang to his feet, scrambled into his car, and sped toward the office.


    Bursting into his office, Sutton spotted his father sitting like a storm ready to erupt.


    His stomach twisted in dread.


    Lowering his gaze, he approached cautiously, not daring to meet his father’s eyes.


    “Dad, I…”


    Before Sutton could finish, a stack of papers flew at him, striking him squarely in the face and scattering across the floor.


    Flustered, Sutton knelt to collect them.


    Before he could even see what was written on them, his father’s furious voice thundered above him.


    “On your knees, now!”


    A cold shiver ran down Sutton’s spine. He swallowed hard, his legs giving way as he knelt.


    Coyle loomed over him, gripping the cane tightly, anger in his eyes.


    “Do you still remember what you promised me?” Coyle hissed, each wordced with venom. “That woman is walking all over us!”


    Sutton’s eyes darted to the papers.


    It was the partnership agreement between Wall Group and Burgess Group.


    Hailey had once vowed never to coborate with Sadie, yet she had broken that promise.


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