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    Marc’s words hit a nerve, and Ste’s expression turned cold. His usations were as absurd as they were insulting.


    She had stopped loving Marc a long time ago and had let go of any hope for him, yet hearing him twist her past into something ugly still stung in a way she hadn’t expected.


    In his eyes, all she had ever been was a shallow gold-digger. But she remembered those early days—when Walsh Group was nothing but a name, she’d stood beside him, helping draft contracts, handling negotiations, and even funding thepany from her own pocket when he had nothing.


    He once said thepany couldn’t afford to pay patent fees, and without a second thought, she’d agreed to put the payments on hold. And now, he acted like none of that ever happened. As if all she ever wanted was a step up in life. As if she had used him to climb higher. In that moment, Ste couldn’t help but think how blind she’d been—giving so much to a man like Marc had been her biggest mistake.


    William’s expression had already grown grim from Marc’s rant, but before he could utter a single word, Ste moved ahead without warning and delivered a crisp p across Marc’s face.


    Marc clutched his cheek, stunned. “You hit me because the truth hurts, huh?” he sneered.


    Ste flexed her wrist slightly, letting out a mockingugh. “Mr. Walsh, maybe I should’ve reminded you earlier—watch what you say, or you’ll get smacked again. Keep talking trash, and I won’t stop at one. You know why investors are running from Walsh Group? It’s because you’re crude, narrow-minded, and only ever think of yourself. Who in their right mind would want to partner with someone like you?” As she listed off his ws, Marc’s face turned darker with each word, the humiliation hitting him hard.


    With a sharp scoff, she added, “Take that p as a warning. Show up spewing nonsense again, and next time, I won’t go easy.”


    She didn’t wait for a response—she walked straight to the Lincoln and got in.


    William gave Marc onest nce, calm yet full of contempt, then quietly said to the driver, “Drive.”


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    The Lincoln pulled away smoothly, leaving Marc standing there, alone and fuming.


    He raised a hand to his lip and winced—his lip was split. Clenching his jaw, he turned and walked back to his car, the low purr of the engine sounding almost like mockery in the background.


    As he sat behind the wheel, her cold words echoed in his mind. The way she walked away without hesitation and stepped into William’s car like she belonged there—it hit him hard.


    Was it possible Ste had really moved on? Had she stopped loving himpletely?


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