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    Meanwhile, Briley hurried back to the living room with the document. “Dad, that bitch signed it.”


    Coyle reviewed the contract carefully, his lips curling into a smile when he saw the signature. This contract ensured that the Wall Group was entirely his.


    He let out a bark of triumphantughter.


    Coyle then made a call and instructed his assistant to prepare for a visit to Ralph’s house. All he had to do now was win over the Castro family, and his position in thepany would be rock solid.


    “Yes, sir,” the assistant replied and made the necessary arrangements. It wasn’t until Coyle hung up that he suddenly remembered something. “Where is your brother?”


    Briley’s eyes darted around nervously. “Sutton said he was going to get revenge on some wretch, but I’m not sure who.”


    Coyle clicked his tongue and waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, let him do what he wants. Let’s not worry about him.”


    That afternoon, Coyle arrived at Ralph’s ce with several gifts. The butler opened the door for him and his assistant, and they were led inside.


    Ralph was resting in the living room with his eyes closed. When he heard themotion at the foyer, his eyes flew open, his gaze instantly sharp and discerning.


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    Coyle forced a smile and approached respectfully. “I’ve long admired you, Mr. Castro. It’s an honor to meet with you today.” Ralph’s face remained nk, indifferent.


    “This is an unexpected visit, Mr. Wall,” Ralph replied, not bothering with pleasantries.


    Coyle faltered, his smile turning awkward, but he quickly recovered. “Here, Mr. Castro,” he said warmly. “I’ve brought some gifts as a token of my respect and admiration. Please ept them.” He signaled his assistant toe forward with the bags.


    Ralph didn’t nce at the items. Instead, he turned to a nearby servant and waved his hand. “Show them out.”


    This time, Coyle’s smilepletely vanished, and his expression turned dark. He hadn’t expected Ralph to be so short with him.


    “Mr. Castro,” he said again, his tone firmer. “Perhaps you aren’t aware yet, but I am now the chairman of the Wall Group.” He ced the stock transfer contract on the table. “Sadie signed it herself. Are you sure you want to keep that attitude around me?”


    Coyle assumed that the old man would change his tune, if only for thepany’s sake.


    But Ralph only shot him a mocking smile. “Do you think I’ve gone senile just because I’m old? Do you think I don’t know your schemes? Have you forgotten that your father banned you and your children from leading the Wall Group?”


    Coyle’s expression shifted at that, but he shamelessly plowed ahead. “Let’s be frank with each other, shall we? I came here with a proposition. What do you think about our two families joining forces to manage Wall Group together?”


    Ralphughed as though he had just heard the most ridiculous joke. Just then, a carefree voice joined the conversation. “I heard barking from upstairs and wondered what it was. Turns out it’s just Mr. Wall, gracing us with his… presence.” ine sauntered in, looking like sarcasm incarnate. “I can’t believe the servants let you in to disturb my peace. What a nuisance!”


    ine nodded at the guards stationed by the door. “What are you waiting for? Get this pathetic fool and hisckey out of here! The mere sight of them is ruining my day.” Coyle’s face turned beet red with rage.


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