The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 460

The chairman’s office at the top of Ratcliff Global had a view that could make anyone stop and stare. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Bridger Lake skyline stretched out endlessly, skyscrapers crowding together, their glass walls catching the midday sun and scattering light across the polished marble floor. Bright patches danced on the stone, shifting with every cloud that drifted by.

Matthew leaned back in his leather chair, giving himself a slow spin behind the massive desk. He looked around, eyebrows lifting with obvious satisfaction.

“This is what I call an office,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Noah, remind me, when we redo our headquarters, let’s use this place as the blueprint.”

“You got it, boss.” Noah stood at the desk, grinning. He knew Matthew wasn’t serious. Their European headquarters had just been remodeled half a year ago. Still, now that everyone else had finally left, the room felt lighter, and Noah let out a quiet breath he’d been holding all afternoon.

Thinking back to the board meeting, he hesitated, a furrow forming between his brows. “Boss, the proposals those directors put forward... It’s obvious they’re trying to sideline you. They want core business approvals to go through the board. And that so-called ‘strategic oversight group’ they suggested? It’s made up entirely of their people. They’re basically trying to turn you into a puppet. Why did you agree to any of that?”

On paper, the board’s suggestions sounded noble, all about “better management” and “steady growth,” but every line chipped away at the chairman’s authority. Control over real estate and tech divisions was being split up, and the financial process was about to get buried in red tape. If things kept going this way, it wouldn’t be long before the old guard ran Ratcliff Global from the shadows, and Matthew’s fancy title wouldn’t mean a thing.

Matthew looked up, his dark eyes impossibly calm. His voice came out flat, as if he were talking about the weather. “It’s fine. I never wanted this job anyway.” He paused, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Besides, in their eyes, I’m still the sickly one who needs to take it easy.”

Noah just stared, stunned. He’d been by Matthew’s side for years, always thinking this was the endgame—taking over Ratcliff Global and getting back at the family for what they’d done.

Matthew’s tone softened, almost thoughtful. “I only fought Joseph for this position because he pushed too far. He tried to mess with the Meyer family, and he picked the wrong target.”

Reese’s face flashed through his mind—a cool, sharp profile. He remembered the tired lines under her eyes after nights spent upgrading the system, the way her back stayed straight even when Joseph tried to cut her down.

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