Chapter 187
“She had little choice against Mr. Wall’s directive.” Jordyn chuckled.
Kyla’s laughter echoed softly, tinged with a clear note of satisfaction. “Excellent. This time, ensure there’s no escape for her. I want her downfall to be so severe that she can’t recover.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Wade,” Jordyn assured her swiftly. “I’ll oversee everything personally. She’ll be cornered.”
“Good,” Kyla responded, contentment in her voice. “And what of the Timeless Love design drafts? Has she turned them in yet?”
“They are already here, on my desk,” Jordyn confirmed promptly.
“Excellent,” drawled Kyla, her voice relaxed yet ominous. “Keep in mind, her reputation must be completely destroyed.”
Ending the call, Jordyn set down her phone, her lips curving into a malevolent smile. She picked up the drafts from her desk, her gaze sharp and scheming. She was curious to see how Sadie would attempt to deflect this latest challenge.
Meanwhile, Sadie was back in her office, her fingers brushing lightly over the intricate, gold-embossed details of the invitation. A subtle smile flickered across her face.
“Vision Clash? They’re truly desperate,” she mused quietly.
Could they really believe she was oblivious to their schemes? They intended for her to humiliate herself at the event and tarnish her reputation irreparably.
However, their schemes were on the brink of unraveling. Unbeknownst to them, she had secured her own invitation to Vision Clash.
After finishing her work, Sadie collected her belongings and exited the office. She made her way to the entrance of the Wall Group building, ready to hail a cab. Having recently returned to the country, she hadn’t yet purchased a car. Since she finished work early today, she decided to seize the chance to explore some potential homes.
The evening breeze carried a crisp hint of early autumn. Sadie tightened her coat and looked into the distance. At that moment, a man approached her. It was Samuel.
“Miss Hudson, Mr. Wall wants your presence.”
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Sadie glanced at the nearby parked Maybach. “That’s not necessary,” she responded with a cool detachment. “I have other matters to attend to.”
Samuel appeared troubled. “But Mr. Wall specifically instructed—”
“Mr. Ford,” Sadie cut him off. “My personal time is my own after work hours. It’s not subject to Mr. Wall’s approval.”
With that, she turned and walked to the curb, flagged down a cab, and left in a swirl of dust. Samuel stood watching the cab vanish, then sighed helplessly. He pulled out his phone and called Noah.
“Mr. Wall, Miss Hudson declined.”
In the back seat of the Maybach, Noah’s expression turned icy. “Find out where Sadie went.”
Samuel nodded. “Yes, Mr. Wall.”
After ending the call, he stared out at the traffic, his lips pressed tightly together in frustration.
Later, at a real estate agency, Sadie pointed to a photo of a property, her brow furrowed. “This one doesn’t have good lighting, and it’s too far from Averi’s school,” she noted.
The agent quickly offered another option. “How about this one? It’s well-ventilated, newly renovated, and located in a fantastic community. Plus, it’s very close to an elementary school and several kindergartens.”
Sadie’s eyes lingered on the photo of the two-bedroom apartment, noting its simple and elegant decor. It was indeed quite appealing. But she still shook her head. “It’s slightly over my budget.”
The agent tried to persuade her further, but Sadie had already stood up. “I’ll think about it.”
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