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    It should’ve ended there—but Marc couldn’t help himself. He had to twist the knife. “When I married my ex, I thought she wanted a simple, stable life. Turns out she was vain. Greedy. I kept quiet out of respect for what we used to have. But if the truth came out… she wouldn’t even be able to show her face in public.”


    His tone turned somber, ying the victim so well that even he almost believed it.


    Winston raised a brow, not buying a word. “Is that so? Then tell me, Mr. Walsh—what was the core functionality of yourpany’s WAY MORE system?”


    Marc blinked. Winston leaned back, sharpening the question. “Or better yet, do you even have the original data for that tech?”


    Marc froze. He was a CEO, not a software engineer. How the hell would he know the raw data?


    If he had to micromanage every little detail himself, then what was the point of having a team in the first ce?


    “Mr. Haywood, you’re really putting me in a tight spot here. This kind of specialized technical info isn’t something a CEO usually knows inside and out—it’s confidential, after all. But if it’ll help move things along, I’ll check with our engineers and get you the answers you need.” Marc thought his response covered all the bases—until a clear voice cut through from the doorway.


    “I can answer your question about the WAY MORE system, Mr. Haywood.”


    Both men turned. Ste stood in the doorway, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, calm as ever.


    Ste looked at Marc, a cold smile flickering deep inside.


    Running into him here was unexpected—and hearing what he’d just said? That was rich.


    He was out here dragging her name through the dirt, but she wasn’t about to let that slide.


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    Winston looked between them. “And you are?”


    She stepped forward confidently. “Mr. Haywood, my name is Sylvia Gilbert. I’m here on behalf of Neb to discuss a possible partnership on chip technology.”


    At the mention of Neb, Winston raised a skeptical brow. Neb? That was a small firm, wasn’t it?


    He tilted his head and continued. “Alright then—do you know the answer to my earlier question?”


    She nodded. “Of course. The WAY MORE system is built on modr design…”


    After running through her pitch, she added, coolly, “These are the fundamentals. Anyone seriously pursuing this coboration should already know them.” Marc’s face paled.


    He opened his mouth to defend himself. “Mr. Haywood, that kind of technical detail is typically handled by the R&D team. It’s perfectly normal that I wouldn’t be across every bit of it.”


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