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    Coyle scowled at him. “What are you dithering about? Spit it out!”


    The assistant swallowed audibly. “Just… I just received some news. Miss Wall has been taken away by Alex’s men.”


    Coyle shot up to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the hell did you just say?!”


    The assistant shook with fright and nearly sank to his knees. The words tumbled out of him in a rush. “Apparently, some people sent by Alex went to Miss Wall’s apartment and took her by force. And… well, Alex’swyer is here to see you. He is waiting downstairs. He says Alex intends to sue us for fraud and nder.”


    Coyle felt the world spin around him, as if the floor had been pulled from under his feet. How could this happen? Hadn’t he told Briley to hide? Now, what should he do?


    He slumped back into his chair, looking defeated.


    Just then, his private phone rang. The screen disyed the contact number of an elder in the Wall family, Soren Wall. Coyle’s heart sank even farther into the abyss. Those old bastards sure got wind of the situation quickly!


    Coyle forced himself to calm down, though his fingers trembled as he picked up the call. His tone was submissive and measured. “Hello, Soren. What an honor to receive a call from you when you’re so busy. Rest assured, thepany is doing fine. This is just a minor issue. The problems with Burgess Group and New Rise Corporation will be resolved soon, I promise—”


    A cold, elderly voice interrupted his titudes. “Coyle Wall! Return to Wall Manor immediately!”


    Then, before Coyle could say another word, the call disconnected.


    Coyle’s forced smile froze on his face. Secondster, he raised his hand, about to smash his phone out of sheer rage. But he stopped himself halfway through. He swallowed a couple of times, his chest heaving, his face red with anger.


    Those old bastards! Always banking on their seniority to throw their weight around!


    The assistant lingered by the door, watching Coyle carefully, not daring to even breathe. “Mr. Wall,” he said after a while, “Should we head to Wall Manor?”


    Coyle whipped around to re at him. “Of course! What, should I just wait here until theye to us?!”


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    He had no choice but to face the music.


    At Wall Manor, the atmosphere in the meeting room was grim and oppressive, much like it had been the day they interrogated Sadie. The elders of the Wall family were all present, each of them wearing a stern expression.


    Coyle stood in the middle. Now and then, he would reach up to wipe the sweat from his brow. One of the elders sitting on the left suddenly stood up. “Look at the mess you’ve made!” he thundered. “You haven’t even been in charge of thepany for long, and you’ve caused so much chaos! The deal with Burgess Group fell through! The New Rise Corporation project is out of reach! And now, we’re facing awsuit from the Howe family! Let me ask you one thing—what have you achieved?”


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