Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 Train

Sadie inhaled deeply, doing her best to maintain composure.

“Okay, let me see,” she said with a forced smile.

Nanette passed her the design sketches, her eyes lingering on Sadie’s unusually pale face. “Are you alright? You don’t look

well.”

“I’m fine. Probably just didn’t get enough sleep,” Sadie replied, avoiding Nanette’s gaze and beginning to study the sketches.

“Make sure you rest. Nothing is more important than your well–being,” Nanette advised with genuine concern.

“Yeah, I know,” Sadie replied absentmindedly, her mind far from the pages in front of her.

“Oh, by the way, Sadie.” Nanette suddenly remembered something and spoke excitedly. “Have you noticed? All the bad

press about our studio is gone!”

Sadie’s fingers froze. Her attention shifted from the sketches to Nanette’s face.

“Gone?” she murmured, her voice hoarse, almost as if she were talking to herself.

Nanette nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! I checked this morning. Every single post and comment–completely wiped out,

like they never existed.”

A heavy feeling settled in Sadie’s chest, unease creeping up her spine.

That level of erasure wasn’t natural.

Someone was behind this.

But who? Her thoughts immediately landed on one name–Noah.

Once the idea took root, it refused to leave.

Her breathing grew uneven, palms clammy with sweat.

If Noah was responsible, what was his motive? Was he trying to protect her? Or did he have an entirely different reason?

She shook the thought away and forced herself to focus on the sketches.

“Alright, I see.”

Flipping through the pages quickly, Sadie skimmed over the details without truly absorbing them.

Clearing her throat, she returned the drafts to Nanette and said, “These revisions work. Let’s proceed with them.”

“Got it.” Nanette accepted them, then added, “You should head home early. You need rest.”

“You too,” Sadie replied, struggling to sound normal.

As soon as Nanette left, Sadie leaned back in her chair, shutting her eyes.

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After a long pause, she opened them and glanced at her phone to check the time.

The workday was far from over, but she couldn’t stay any longer.

Grabbing her bag, she rose to her feet and left the office, her steps unsteady.

Meanwhile, Kyla and Vivi were talking on the phone.

“Kyla, you’re pathetic!” Vivi’s voice crackled through the phone, dripping with mockery. “Slimron? That’s all you amounted

to?”

Kyla’s grip on her phone tightened, nails diggin

into her palm. “Vivi, knock it off! The project in Slimron may not be on the same level as those here, but it’s still a key assignment for Wall Group. Noah entrusted me with this challenge to train

me!”

“Train you?” Vivi scoffed. “He dumped you in a desolate town, and you’re actually grateful? You’re so blinded by your feelings for Noah, that you can’t even see what’s right in front of you! He sent you away because he’s done with you.”

Kyla’s complexion drained, her lips turning pale.

She wanted to dismiss Vivi’s words, but deep down, she knew there was some truth to them.

“Vivi, I…” Her voice trembled. She was unable to form a coherent thought.

“What?” Vivi pressed on, relentless in her verbal attack. “Do you still think you’re influential? Look at you now–you’re nothing! Noah doesn’t care about you anymore. To him, you don’t even exist!”

Kyla’s tears finally spilled over.

Vivi listened to the muffled sobs on the other end, unmoved. Instead of pity, she felt an odd sense of triumph.

“What’s the point of crying? Do you think that will bring Noah back?” Vivi spat. “I suggest you come to terms with reality. Noah no longer belongs to you. Even if you cry yourself blind, it won’t change a thing.”

As Kyla’s sobs echoed through the line, Vivi’s mind started working.

Teaming up with Kyla offered no advantages.

The woman was unraveling, too unstable to be useful.

If she could secure a job at Wall Group and find a way to win Noah over, everything would shift in her favor.

A cunning smile played on Vivi’s lips as the idea took shape.

“Enough with the tears,” she suddenly said, her voice gentler. “Not all hope is lost.”

Kyla sniffled, slowly regaining composure.

“Really?” she whispered, her voice raw. “You’ll help me?”

“Of course,” Vivi assured her smoothly.