Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463 There Will Be Consequences

Blaine flashed a wide grin, mischief dancing in his voice.

Tina, flustered beneath his unwavering gaze, instinctively stepped backward to put some space between them.

“Hello, Mr. Castro,” she mumbled, barely audible.

Blaine found her awkwardness utterly captivating.

Leaning forward with deliberate ease, he murmured teasingly, “Did anyone ever tell you how charming you look when you

blush?”

Mortified, Tina wished the ground would swallow her whole.

She shoved him away and, mustering her courage, shot him a warning glare. “Mr. Castro, kindly show some decorum.”

Wasting no time, she shifted gears, adding swiftly, “Ms. Hudson asked me to remind you to first review the partnership

between Wall Group and Burgess Group, then check in with Sutton.”

Blaine’s smirk faltered briefly.

Sutton? Coyle’s son?

His brow creased, irritation flashing across his features, but he held his tongue.

After a beat, he chuckled and replied nonchalantly, “Sure, I’ll follow Ms. Hudson’s instructions.”

Meanwhile, Coyle stormed into the logistics department manager’s office, his cane striking the floor with a loud crack.

The room was empty–Sutton was missing.

His fury surged as he slammed the cane against the desk with force.

The sudden noise prompted Sutton’s assistant to rush inside.

“M–Mr. Wall, how may I assist you?”

Coyle’s breathing was heavy with rage. “Where is Sutton? Where has he vanished to?”

The assistant trembled, afraid to meet Coyle’s seething glare.

“I–I’ll contact him right away.”

Coyle’s eyes narrowed like blades.

Incompetent fool! He couldn’t even handle a simple task!

The assistant’s shaky fingers dialed Sutton’s number.

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The line rang endlessly until a groggy, annoyed voice finally answered.

“Who’s this? What’s the reason for arousing me? It’s too early,” Sutton grumbled, half–asleep.

The assistant broke into a cold sweat at Sutton’s sluggish tone.

“Mr. Wall, where are you? Your father demands your presence immediately.”

Silence lingered for a moment before Sutton sighed in irritation.

“My father is looking for me? Seriously? Doesn’t he know I’m busy?”

“He is furious. Please return at once,” the assistant pleaded desperately.

“Furious? What now?” Sutton snapped, still groggy.

“It concerns the shareholders‘ meeting,” the assistant explained hastily, ending the call before Sutton could say more.

Anxiously, he turned back to Coyle.

“Mr. Sutton Wall was… sleeping. I told him to return immediately.”

Coyle’s expression darkened, his fury reaching a boiling point.

Sleeping? That pathetic son of his! They were about to lose the chance to take over the company, and this fool had the audacity to be sleeping? Worthless!

Rage made Coyle’s hand tremble as he clenched the cane. If Sutton stood before him now, he would’ve beaten him

senseless.

Meanwhile, Sutton rubbed his aching head, the hangover clouding his thoughts.

As he shifted to lie back down, a realization struck him–shareholders‘ meeting!

His eyes snapped open in horror.

Today was the shareholders‘ meeting!

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath.

Adrenaline surging, he sprang to his feet, scrambled into his car, and sped toward the office.

Bursting into his office, Sutton spotted his father sitting like a storm ready to erupt.

His stomach twisted in dread.

Lowering his gaze, he approached cautiously, not daring to meet his father’s eyes. “Dad, I…”

Before Sutton could finish, a stack of papers flew at him, striking him squarely in the face and scattering across the floor.

Flustered, Sutton knelt to collect them.

Before he could even see what was written on them, his father’s furious voice thundered above him.

“On your knees, now!”

A cold shiver ran down Sutton’s spine. He swallowed hard, his legs giving way as he knelt.

Coyle loomed over him, gripping the cane tightly, anger in his eyes.

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