WantNovelChapter 654
After hanging up the phone, Manager Sullivan carelessly packed up a few of his things and left the factory.
East Coast.
Melvin sat in his office, staring at the email Mr. Lambert had just sent. The entire timeline was laid out-every
detail, every suspicion, all the context. He read it twice, barely blinking.
He never imagined his mother would go this far behind his back, meddling in the West Ridge factory like this.
Then again, maybe he should've seen it coming.
Three years ago, when Sarah handed him control of the Sanders Group, his mother had already started revealing
her true intentions-dropping hints, making comments, all nudging him toward taking over. But there was no need
to seize anything. Sarah never wanted power. From day one, she'd made it clear she had no interest in running
the company. She wanted to be a psychologist. The company had been a burden she was more than ready to
pass on.
So what was the point? Did it really matter who held what shares?
He'd fought bitterly with his mother over it back then. It ended with a blowout argument and two full years of
silence. He only started talking to her again last year-when she swore she'd stop pushing.
But clearly, she hadn't stopped at all.
She just went underground, working in the shadows, pulling strings to get her hands on Sanders Group. And now
she'd even reached into West Ridge. Melvin couldn't help but feel a bitter sort of admiration for the lengths she
was willing to go.
After replying to Mr. Lambert, he opened the latest renderings of Harbour Crescent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis time, the Wilsons had released an entirely revamped design-something totally different from their old plan.
It was clear they were trying to shake off the shadow of what had happened last time. A clean slate.
Unfortunately, people in East Coast still remembered. Just hearing the nHarbour Crescent sparked sarcasm
and side-eyes. It wasn't going to be easy.
Melvin pulled up Sanders Group's own renderings. Visually, they shared the sbones as the last plan—but
this time, the details had evolved. A better strategy. More originality. The previous plan had already been leaked
by the Wilsons, so the surprise factor was gone. But the new visuals were generating real buzz.
Sof that support cfrom people who wanted to spite the Wilsons after what happened.
But a lot of it was genuine. They liked Sanders's design. It had heart.
Meanwhile, at Reynolds Corp...
Steven had just gotten off a call with Zachary. In the past few weeks, he'd not only been holding down the
company's daily operations-he'd also helped Zachary clean up a major mess.
The contracts that once tied Reynolds Corp and Wilson Corp together were a tangled web. And untangling that
web? That was the biggest job Steven had taken on. But with Zachary caught in an engagement to Vivian, it
couldn't be him drawing those boundaries.
Steven, on the other hand? He could handle it like it was nothing.
Vivian had tried to throw a fit about it. But this wasn't Zachary—this was Steven. And while she might've wanted
to scream, all she could do was swallow it.
The media stirred things up like they always did, but Steven simply played dumb, shrugging it off with a smile.
With pushy journalists, there was only one solution- be even more shameless than them.
A few days later...
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Charlie stood in the middle of the room, swaying. Then he hurled the empty beer bottle to the ground with a
crash.
"That bitch! Took one look atbroke and ran. Ungrateful scum, every one of you!"
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