Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 That’s What

You Get

The night was pitch black.

However, Sadie’s studio was as bright as day.

She rubbed her sore temples and shifted her gaze from the computer screen.

“Carol went to pick up Averi tonight,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips.

With Carol looking after Averi, she could finally focus on her work, feeling a rare kind of happiness.

“Knock. Knock. Knock…” A sudden knock at the door broke the silence.

“Who could it be?” Sadie frowned, assuming it was her delivery, and rose to open the door.

“Come in, please,” she called, pulling the door open.

But it wasn’t the delivery guy at the doorway; it was Nanette, who unexpectedly returned.

Nanette stood there, head lowered, body trembling.

Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen as if she had been crying.

She looked distressed, a stark contrast to her usual poised self.

Sadie froze, having never seen Nanette like this.

A sense of foreboding filled her, and her heart sank.

“Nanette? What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling as she stepped forward, her concern clear. “What happened?”

Nanette slowly lifted her head.

“Sa… Sadie…” Her voice was so hoarse it was barely audible. She opened her mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come. Sadie’s heart clenched. She sensed something serious had happened.

“Nanette, don’t be afraid. Tell me, what’s going on?”

Nanette’s tears finally overcame her restraint.

As they cascaded down her cheeks, she faced Sadie, her lips quivering, struggling to find the words.

“Nanette, don’t cry. Take your time. No matter what’s happened, I’m here for you,” Sadie reassured her, gently patting her

back.

Her words seemed to comfort Nanette a little.

“Sadie…” Nanette finally said, her voice still raspy. “I… I’m sorry…“…

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Sadie’s heart jolted.

An hour later.

Kyla lounged in her luxurious villa, sipping red wine.

She was in a silk robe, her flawless skin and long legs enhancing her allure.

“Ding…” The chime of a text message interrupted the silence.

Kyla placed her wine glass on the table, grabbed her phone, and glanced at the screen nonchalantly.

The message was from Nanette, concise yet profound. “Miss Wade, I’m willing to work with you.”

A smug smile crept across Kyla’s face; she had known all along Nanette wouldn’t refuse her.

“Sadie, just you wait! The real show has just begun,” she whispered, setting her phone down and once more picking up her

wine glass, the liquid swirling elegantly.

Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of Wall Group, Noah stood by a floor–to–ceiling window, whiskey glass in hand, staring into

the blackness outside.

Documents piled on his desk awaited his attention, but his mind wandered.

“Damn it!” he muttered, gulping down the whiskey.

It scorched his throat but failed to quell his frustration.

Annoyed, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, exposing his collarbones and the firm lines of his chest.

Compelled by a sudden urge, he snatched his car keys and exited the office.

His black Maybach sliced through the night, halting on the road beside Sadie’s neighborhood.

From the driver’s seat, Noah looked up at Sadie’s window, where a warm light flickered in the darkness, stirring something

within him.