Chapter 510 Sarcasm
Briley grabbed the phone beside her and fired off a swift command.
“Increase exposure. Bring in additional press coverage. I want the story of me rescuing my cousin–in–law to flood every platform online.”
The following day, a glossy black vehicle glided to a halt in front of the Wall Group’s main building.
A crowd of buzzing journalists had already assembled there, clearly anticipating a statement.
From inside the car, Sadie peered through the window, her expression tightening.
“Take the basement route,” she instructed calmly.
The driver redirected smoothly, steering the car away from the front entrance.
Upstairs, the chairwoman’s office basked in warm morning light. Sadie had barely taken her seat when the office door
swung open.
Blaine stumbled in, looking worn–out and sleep–deprived.
“Sadie!” he groaned, collapsing onto the couch.
“My goodness, last night was insane. I got hounded by calls nonstop!”
He rubbed his forehead, clearly overwhelmed.
After a pause, he continued, “By the way, how’s Briley?”
Lifting her cup, Sadie took a measured sip before replying evenly, “She’s fine. Nothing major.”
Blaine exhaled in relief, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Thank goodness. If she had died, the press would’ve gone wild. I even saw posts suggesting she should start a showbiz
career.”
He shook his head, half amazed, half annoyed.
Then, as if remembering something, he sat up straighter.
“Also the banquet last night? Total disaster. Patrick and Hailey didn’t look pleased. Patrick left on his own, and I had to get Hailey a separate ride.”
Sadie’s fingers paused slightly on her coffee cup. Her brow furrowed.
The chaos had clearly disrupted the evening’s objective—and left the Burgess Group delegation disgruntled.
Both in terms of business and diplomacy, it needed smoothing over.
“Got it. Have someone assemble a few gifts. I’ll deliver them myself when time allows.”
Blaine nodded. “Understood.”
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He gave Sadie a thoughtful glance, inwardly impressed.
Even after everything, she remained composed and precise–never losing grip on the situation.
Once he exited, stillness returned to the room.
Sadie walked toward the tall windows and looked out at the crowd of reporters still lingering.
The sunlight was sharp, making the mass of people look like tiny, stubborn shadows.
She didn’t believe for a second that Briley’s so–called sacrifice had been genuine.
And the media storm? Far too consistent to be organic.
Usually, attention should have faded overnight.
But this narrative was gaining momentum–clearly orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.
Suppressing the coverage would spark suspicion.
But letting it escalate could tarnish the company’s image.
A delicate dilemma.
Sadie’s lips curled faintly in ironic amusement.
Since Briley was so invested in putting on a show–and clearly had help–it would be foolish not to make the most of it.
Returning to her desk, she pressed the intercom.
“Samuel, come to my office.”
A knock followed shortly, and Samuel entered.
“Ms. Hudson.”
Without looking up, Sadie spoke, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. “Reach out to Starlight Entertainment. I believe they’re currently on the hunt for new faces.”
Samuel paused briefly, and then a flicker of understanding passed through his eyes.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll handle it right away.”
He didn’t ask questions; he simply bowed slightly and exited.
Sadie gathered her materials, picked up a folder containing a contract, and left.
Roughly thirty minutes later, she arrived at a quiet suburban residence.
Upon entering, she immediately spotted Hailey slouched on the sofa, dressed casually and looking visibly worn.
The moment Hailey saw her, she sprang up, eyes full of resentment.
Since the night before, Noah had hardly said a word to her. He had kept his distance, cold and detached.
She knew exactly why. He blamed her–for holding him back when Sadie was in danger.
Even when facing death, the only one he’d thought to protect… had been Sadie.
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