Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 442:

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Roderick bowed his head, his fingers gliding through his contact list before stopping on a familiar name.

The phone rang twice, and a voice answered, lighthearted and teasing. “Mr. Astley? Finally got time to treat me to a drink, huh?”

But Roderick wasn’t here for pleasantries. He cut straight to the point. “Louis, your guy’s trying to bail on the deal.”

His words came out sharp and precise, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Without waiting for a response, Roderick switched the call to speakerphone. “Louis is standing right here.”

Louis froze, his heart stuttering in his chest.

Had he really forgotten how tight-knit the restoration community was? Of course, his boss knew Roderick.

please, let me explain—” Louis’ voice wavered,

he could string his excuses together, a thunderous voice from

unreliable, I don’t need you in my studio! I can’t afford to keep someone

verbal assault with no room for

think the rest of us are idiots? You really think you can dominate the restoration field with

call with a sharp tap, cutting off the tirade before Louis’ boss could

stood there, pale

couldn’t

thoughts swirled, the future he’d envisioned slipping through his fingers like sand. He’d been on the cusp of promotion, ready to oversee a prestigious project in Feyland for heaven’s

supposed to be a master by now, praised and admired by

It was all

sweat broke out across his forehead. Panic bubbled up, drowning his pride. In a

I’m sorry! I apologize! Ma’am… Ma’am… please,

eyes searched hers for mercy, but the room remained silent, save for