Chapter 1415:

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Her legs gave way, and she slumped against the wall before sliding to the floor.

Terror wrapped around her heart like iron chains, squeezing until each breath became a struggle.

Tears fell in silence, carving paths down her cheeks.

True fear consumed her now, bone-deep terror that reached into her very soul.

Minutes or hours drifted by in the void, stretching endlessly until darkness threatened to swallow her whole.

Finally, the operating room doors swung open.

That dreaded red light blinked out at last.

Sadie lifted her head slowly, tears blurring her vision into soft fragments.

Through the watery haze, a beloved silhouette took shape, a figure carved permanently into her heart.

It was Noah.

Three years swept by like pages turning in a book.

Sunlight streamed through the conference room’s tall windows as the shareholders’ meeting drew to its close.

Tension dissolved into quiet satisfaction as voices faded to murmurs.

At the table’s head, Sadie’s fingers drummed a gentle rhythm against polished wood.

Her calm gaze traveled slowly across the assembled faces.

Wall Group’s senior executives and shareholders gazed at her with unwavering trust, their faces bright with satisfaction and free from any hint of doubt.

Those three transformative years had witnessed Wall Group’s complete resurrection.

Working alongside Blaine, Sadie had not only rescued the tottering business empire from collapse but pushed it to soaring new heights.

Yesterday’s skepticism had blossomed into today’s deep respect.

Warm smiles and respectful nods followed each departing figure, leaving only Blaine behind.

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He approached Sadie quietly, his movements fluid as he collected the scattered papers with practiced efficiency.

Time had sculpted him like a master craftsman, chiseling away every trace of boyish recklessness and wild abandon.

Gone was the carefree Castro family’s heir who once lived for pleasure and parties, vanishing as if he’d never existed.

Today he stood in a perfectly fitted charcoal suit that emphasized his lean, imposing frame, carrying himself with the gravity of someone far beyond his years.

Authority radiated from his every gesture, echoing the commanding presence Ralph once possessed.

Sadie studied the persistent dark circles beneath his eyes, her heart clenching with barely contained worry.

Blaine had driven himself relentlessly, stretched thin like a wire about to snap.

Through these demanding years, he’d forged himself in fires of self-discipline, shouldering the Castro family’s legacy while punishing himself mercilessly for past mistakes and for failing to lighten his grandfather’s load when it mattered most.

Gentle words broke the conference room’s stillness as Sadie’s voice carried the softest hint of tenderness. “Why don’t you consider a blind date? Finding a wonderful girl to share your life with? Ralph and Tina would both want to see you truly happy.”

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