The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 334

Bailey just hung up with Reese, so he figured she must have come straight to BlackOak. She was definitely hoping to use Matthew to put pressure on him for Marie’s shares.

He shot Hank a look, silently telling him to get Reese out of the room before she could stir up any more trouble.

Hank caught on in a flash. He strode over and, before Reese could react, grabbed her wrist and started pulling her toward the door. “Come on. We need to talk.”

“If you’ve got something to say, say it here.”

Reese frowned and tried to yank her arm free, but Hank’s grip was unyielding. As she struggled, red marks bloomed on her skin.

“Reese, could you just listen to me for once? Stop interrupting while Dad and Matthew are having a serious conversation.”

When she kept resisting, Hank’s hold tightened. He gave a hard tug, and Reese stumbled, her heel screeching across the polished tile. The sound sliced through the tense silence.

Matthew’s hand clenched on the table, his eyes turning icy as he glared daggers into Hank’s back.

He stood up, ready to intervene, but Bailey blocked his way.

“Sorry, Matthew. Reese was spoiled by her uncle and never learned when to stop. Please don’t mind her.”

Bailey forced a smile, relieved as Hank dragged Reese out of the room.

“By the way, when is this Blade project manager you mentioned supposed to arrive?” he asked, changing the subject.

Matthew’s jaw tightened as he watched Reese get pulled out, the atmosphere in the room turning even colder.

He kept his eyes on the conference room door, barely open, his voice sharp as ice. “She was already here. But you just kicked her out.”

Bailey blinked, then let out a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t be serious, Matthew.

He cursed Reese in his mind. If she hadn’t shown up and made a scene, he wouldn’t be in this mess. Not only had he missed meeting Blade’s real project manager, now Matthew was furious with him.

Outside the conference room, Hank pulled Reese into a quiet corner before finally letting go of her wrist.

She rubbed the sore spot, glaring at the red marks on her skin, her eyes cold as ice.

“Hank, what the hell is your problem?”

Hank let out a short laugh, crossing his arms and looking down at her like she was nothing.

“Reese, I know you want Mom’s shares so badly, but you can at least pick a better time to throw a fit.

“Do you even get how important this project is to Dad? If you can’t help, the least you could do is stop making things worse for him.”