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    Ste frowned, thinking his logic was ridiculous. Just because she worked at a construction site didn’t mean she was suffering. How did he evene to that conclusion?


    Marc went on, “If youe back to me, you can have any position at Walsh Group—whatever you want. Isn’t that better than breaking your back here? You followed William thinking life would be easier, but he can’t give you what I can. There’s no need for you to keep lowering yourself like this…”


    As Marc finally wrapped up his lengthy speech, Ste cut in sharply. “Wait a second—who exactly told you I’m struggling? And let’s be honest, with Walsh Group crumbling like it is, does it really matter whether someone’s a janitor or a project manager? You’re better off finding someone else to bail you out.”


    Marc’s expression soured, and he snapped back, trying to sound proud. “Even if Walsh Group is struggling, I’d never let a woman like you work yourself to the bone on a site. Back when we were together, did I ever let you live like this?”


    “Mr. Walsh, stop trying to define me through your narrow lens. If you’ve got this much free time, maybe focus on fixing your own life first.”


    Marc’s face went pale, clearly losing control of his temper. He blurted out without thinking, “What’s so special about William that’s got you hooked? Do you even know how many women he’s juggling behind your back? You think a man like that would ever be loyal? You’re just being used!”


    Just as Ste opened her mouth to fire back, a sleek ck Lincoln rolled to a stop in front of them.


    The back window slid down, and there was William, calm and unreadable as ever.


    His eyes settled on Marc, expression steady. “Mr. Walsh, is harassing my employee part of your busy schedule? Or is Walsh Group’s plummeting stock not keeping you upied enough?”


    Ever since thest scandal, Walsh Group’s stocks had tlined, showing no signs of recovery.


    Not even Haley’s connections in Achury could salvage the damage.


    Marc froze, caught off guard, but before he could get a word in, William continued, “Didn’t you once im—publicly, no less—that Ste was the woman you loved? And now you’re pestering Ms. Gilbert? That’s quite the contradiction, isn’t it?”


    William wasn’t known for talking much, so his unusually long string ofments made one thing clear—he was genuinely irritated.


    Ste nced at him, slightly stunned. William’s uncharacteristic outburst left her wondering… had he heard Marc trash-talking him just now?


    Marc, on the other hand, was now visibly frustrated. He turned back to Ste with a mix of anger and wounded pride.


    “So that’s it, huh? You were already messing around with him before our divorce. That’s why you were so cold to me. You saw a chance to trade up—dumped me andtched onto someone richer. And now you act like I don’t exist just because I can’tpete with his bank ount?”


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