Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1167:

“Mr. Howe, what’s the meaning of this display?”

Alex settled onto the plush sofa facing Malcolm, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s cut through the pleasantries and get straight to business.”

“Mr. Pierce, as one of Wall Group’s major shareholders, you’ve had your fair share of shadow plays over the years—particularly when it comes to quietly backing Coyle and Sutton. So tell me, is it time for you to hang up your gloves and finally enjoy retirement?” Alex asked, his voice casual but razor-sharp.

Malcolm’s hand jerked, and the coffee in his cup sloshed dangerously close to the brim. His once-easy smile faltered mid-curve, replaced by a flicker of something raw—fear.

How the hell did Alex know that?

Back then, the alliance with Coyle and Sutton had been buried under layers of secrecy. Only a trusted few had known the truth, and they’d all sworn silence—or disappeared. Coyle’s family was all but gone now. No loose ends.

miss something? Or had Alex been quietly peeling back

a laugh—two short, brittle chuckles that echoed awkwardly in the silence. Outside, he looked composed. Inside, he

what are you implying?” Malcolm asked with a tight smile, his voice smooth as polished glass. “The past is hardly worth dredging up. These days, Ms. Hudson leads Wall Group with unquestioned authority, and

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more importantly…” His tone dipped, edged now with wariness and something bordering on fear. “Noah—Mr. Wall—has returned. Noah and Sadie, united and shielded by

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responded, retrieving a folder from his briefcase