Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Determined To

Win

Noah remained silent, his deep eyes fixed on Kyla with an intensity that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

After a prolonged silence, he averted his gaze, his features shadowed by a mix of emotions, unreadable and foreboding.

“I haven’t forgotten–I don’t break my promises. The Wall Group is the only thing keeping Sky Tech from sinking,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You don’t need to be so deferential towards its CEO. When it comes to the partnership, he’s not our only choice. And you had no right to involve Sadie.”

Kyla’s heart thudded painfully against her chest.

A wave of irritation crashed over her as she pressed her lips together and murmured, “Noah, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”

Noah ignored Kyla’s apology and shifted his focus to Sadie, who looked half–conscious and pale in his arms. His eyes darkened with concern as he gently guided her towards the private room.

Kyla watched Noah’s figure, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing pain without her notice.

Kyla was determined to win against Sadie no matter what it took.

Inside the private room, an opulent yet eerie atmosphere enveloped the space. The crystal chandelier cast a ghostly glow over the polished mahogany table, intensifying the room’s unsettling aura.

“People rave about Miss Hudson’s brilliance at the Wall Group, but today, I see she’s nothing special.” Platt, his ample stomach brushing against the edge of the table, spoke with palpable disdain and a mocking tone.

Marvin Valdez, who was perched next to him, eagerly joined in, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I heard she’s closed million–dollar deals on her own–showing the world

she’s just as ruthless and sharp as any man in the game! For all her reputation, she can’t even hold her liquor! Ha! Women belong at home raising kids, not sticking their noses where they don’t belong in the business world. She wants to play with the big leagues, yet one drink has her tapping out? Pathetic!”

Mack, who had been quietly simmering with irritation, couldn’t hold back any longer. His voice cracked with emotion as he interjected, “Mr. Crawford, please watch your words!”

Platt, unfazed, gave Mack a condescending look and waved him off dismissively. “Oh, come on, Mack. I get it, a man’s instinct to defend a woman he admires, but don’t let that blind you to reality. Spoil a woman too much, and she’ll crumble the moment reality hits.”

He leaned closer, and his voice dropped to a sly whisper, heavy with insinuation. “And let’s not forget, some women are masters of manipulation–maintaining an innocent facade while cunningly advancing their own agendas behind the scenes.‘

Laughter rippled through the group, yet Mack’s expression didn’t waver.

“Mr. Crawford is absolutely right. These days, a pretty face isn’t just a blessing; it’s a stepping stone. Makes you wonder what underhanded tricks they resort to for climbing the ladder so swiftly.”

“Couldn’t agree more! Some women pretend to be saints in the daylight, but once the doors shut, they know exactly how to seduce their prey!”

As their laughter grew louder and more obnoxious, a piercing, cold voice sliced through the cacophony. “Let me get this straight–according to you, Mr. Crawford, the women at Wall Group are just eye candy?”