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    Winston’s chilly stare, however, left no room for argument.


    “If you don’t walk out right now, I’ll have security escort you. Trust me—if ites to that, the one left embarrassed will be the Walsh Group.”


    Marc’s jaw tightened. Thest thing the Walsh Group needed was another scandal.


    Swallowing his pride, he shot Winston and Ste a look filled with bitterness before finally standing, stiff with reluctance, and heading out the door.


    So this was it—Ste was really determined to cut him off for good?


    If that was how she wanted to y it, he’d see just how far she was willing to go. She could only me herself for what happened next.


    Once the door had closed behind Haley and Marc, Winston turned his attention fully to Ste.


    “Ms. Gilbert, you’ve piqued my curiosity. This new technology you brought up—especially after the impact of the original WAY MORE—honestly, I’m impressed you’ve managed to develop an even stronger version.”


    Ste wasted no time. Sensing his genuine interest, she slid the proposal across the desk,unching smoothly into her exnation. “We’ve secured a new patent—already approved—and established a partnership with Mr. Hanison. If you agree to join us, Mr. Haywood, the project will be truly unstoppable.”


    Winston considered her with a shrewd, satisfied look.


    His instincts told him this woman could deliver even more than she promised.


    “Alright,” he said atst. “I’ll give it some serious thought.”


    Ste knew better than to expect an immediatemitment. She offered a courteous nod and exited with quiet confidence.


    Back at Walsh Group, Marc tried to push through another stack of paperwork, but a sharp, throbbing pain in his head suddenly stole his breath and left him dizzy.


    Shit. The migraines were back, just as fierce as ever.


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    He pressed a hand to his temple, cursing under his breath. Why now, of all times?


    He jabbed at the inte and called Kody in.


    “Bring me my medication right now!” Marc demanded, his irritation barely contained.


    Kody hurried over, concern flickering across his face. “Mr. Walsh, is your migraine back again? But… wasn’t the treatment you’ve been using something Ms. Russell prepared? No one else knows the exact form.”


    Marc’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he pressed. “What do you mean? When did she ever make medicine for me?”


    Kody looked genuinely surprised. “That little plush sunflower she hung in your car wasn’t just for decoration. She filled it with essential oils and herbs—it was basically aromatherapy.”


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