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    Without a word, she walked in beside him, their shoulders almost touching, while Marc was left standing outside, burning with anger.


    Inside the elevator, Ste snuck a nce at William.


    The confusion in her eyes was obvious—he didn’t live in the dorms, so… why was he following her in?


    She exhaled softly when the elevator doors slid open. But he didn’t leave. Instead, he calmly followed her out onto the same floor.


    She paused and turned slightly.


    “Mr. Briggs, you don’t need toe any further. I appreciate what you did back there, but I’m fine now.”


    William didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stepped up to the door directly across from hers and pulled out a key.


    Ste froze, staring at him in disbelief.


    So he had a dorm room here? At the institute?


    And that too directly across from hers? But wait—


    “But I thought you didn’t stay here?” she asked, still trying to wrap her head around it.


    After all, hadn’t he just teased her about living in the dorms like she couldn’t afford better?


    Lifting his gaze to meet hers, William replied evenly,


    “You were right, actually. Staying at the institute really is more practical. It saves time, and I don’t have to bother with the dailymute anymore.”


    Dailymute? Seriously? Ste almostughed.


    This was the man who owned the research institute and headed the powerhouse Briggs Group, and he was worried about saving a few bucks on travel?


    Right when she was about to fire back something sarcastic, William added with a straight face,


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    “And don’t forget—you’re still my acting CEO at Neb. Living here will make it easier to coordinate on the Briset matters.”


    With that, he turned and calmly closed his door, leaving no room for further discussion.


    Ste stared at the now-shut door, her head slightly tilted.


    Something about this didn’t sit right, but technically, it all added up.


    She let out a sigh and gave the door onest look before heading into her own room.


    Meanwhile, Marc was still standing outside, feeling like a stray dog.


    Humiliated and seething, he clenched his fists.


    He refused to be treated like some insignificant passerby.


    Ste had gone too far this time, and in his eyes, she needed to be put in her ce.


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