Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436 The One With

The Most Shares

Sadie’s expression was as cold as steel as she strode toward the elevator.

Tina, who had barely taken a step away, stood rooted to the spot.

Had she heard that right?

Noah’s wife?

Coyle had called Sadie Noah’s wife.

But wasn’t Noah into Kyla?

What on earth was happening here?

Tina’s thoughts spun wildly, tangled in a web of unanswered questions.

And yet–beneath the confusion–there was a flicker of anticipation, a thrill she couldn’t quite explain.

Regardless of the speculation, one fact remained indisputable–Sadie was the company chairman’s wife.

Sadie stepped onto the floor where the conference room was with quiet determination.

As the elevator doors slid open, her gaze landed on the closed conference room door. A murmur of voices filtered through

from the other side.

Adjusting her attire with a swift, practiced motion, she pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was already brimming with people.

Wall Group’s shareholders and top executives filled the space, their hushed whispers swirling like an undercurrent of uncertainty. Their expressions ranged from wary to intrigued.

Without hesitation, Sadie strode to the head of the table, Samuel following just a step behind.

Under the weight of countless eyes, Sadie lowered herself into the chair–unshaken, composed.

Her presence radiated authority, her confidence unsettling some of the shareholders and executives, who exchanged

curious glances.

Some of them knew Sadie’s relationship with Noah, but most of them thought she was just Noah’s secretary once and had

resigned long ago. How could a mere secretary presume to sit in the president’s chair?

Coyle hadn’t anticipated Sadie to be this audacious. Settled on one side of the conference table, he narrowed his eyes, a flicker of malice in his gaze..

This woman was no ordinary pawn.

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Sadie’s gaze swept the room, her fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood.

“Samuel,” she said, her voice smooth, deliberate. “Tell them who I am.” “Yes, Mrs. Wall,” Samuel responded with quiet

reverence before stepping forward.

“Everyone, settle down. The lady before you is Mr. Wall’s legally wedded wife–Mrs. Sadie Wall. Mr. and Mrs. Wall have been married for six years, though it was never made public.”

A collective gasp rippled through the room.

Eyes widened. Murmurs swelled into a wave of disbelief.

Noah was married?

And to Sadie?

The shareholders and executives exchanged whispers, their voices rising in shock.

“Mr. Wall has a wife? Since when?”

“They’ve hidden this well–I had no clue.”

“Wasn’t Sadie just his secretary? How could she…”

“This will be a nightmare for Coyle. He won’t take this lightly.”

Coyle’s expression darkened, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer.

“Sadie,” he said, his voice thick with condescension, “you certainly know how to make an entrance. But allow me to give you some advice–titles mean nothing without experience. You’ll need much more than a name to hold your ground.”

Sadie’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

She met Coyle’s gaze, her expression unshaken as she replied smoothly, “Uncle Coyle, I’ll be counting on your wisdom and

guidance in the future.”

Ignoring her, Sutton turned to the room. “Let’s get back to the matter at hand. Please review this document first.” He handed some files to his assistant, who swiftly moved to distribute them to the shareholders and executives.

Sutton leaned back in his chair, exuding arrogance as he spoke. “As you are all aware, my cousin Noah’s current situation remains uncertain. The Wall Group cannot function without leadership, and as per company regulations, the shareholder with the largest stake holds the final decision–making power.” His words were measured, but a hint of pride and challenge

laced his tone.

“Based on the latest figures from last night, my father, Mr. Coyle Wall, now controls 26.31% of Wall Group’s shares. By company rule, this grants him the right to assume the chairman’s position. Does anyone have any objections?”

His gaze swept the room, lingering on each shareholder, daring anyone to object.

The regulation was clear.

But everyone here knew the history. Coyle had been exiled overseas by his father years ago, stripped of influence and cut off from company affairs.

And now, he had resurfaced–just in time to stake his claim.

Tension thickened, the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing down on the room.