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    So how had thingse to this?


    The woman who used to smile just for him now wouldn’t even look his way.


    Clenching his fists tightly at his sides, Marc turned around and walked away from the restaurant without looking back.


    He was determined—he would prove to Ste that he could start over and win her back.


    Back at the Walsh Group, he sat quietly in his leather chair, his eyes sharp with resolve. He’d make things right—cut ties with Haley for good and fight to win Ste back.


    However, just as that thought settled in, Kody entered and gently ced a report on his desk.


    “Mr. Walsh, our operations are shrinking fast. Most of our partners have already pulled out. If this keeps up… thepany won’t survive.”


    Kody’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud, and his own heart pounded nervously, unsure of how Marc would take the news.


    Marc lifted his eyes slowly, frowning deeply. The shadows under his eyes made his worn-out face look even more drained. He looked nothing like the confident man he used to be.


    “What the hell is happening here? How is apany this big failing to secure even a single partnership? What do I even pay you people for?” He mmed the report down with a loud thud.


    Kody looked helpless. “Sir, that video of you drunk on the street… it went viral. Our partners saw it. They think you’re not stable and that maybe you’re not in the right frame of mind to run apany right now.”


    The report slipped off the desk andnded by Kody’s feet with a heavy flop.


    The tension in the office was stifling. Kody barely dared to breathe.


    “Mr. Walsh,” he ventured carefully, “maybe it’s time to contact Ms. Smith again. She still has international ties in Achury. If anyone can save thepany now, it’s her.”


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    At this point, Haley was the only one left who had the power, or the reach, to pull the Walsh Group out of its nosedive.


    Marc inhaled deeply, rage simmering just beneath the surface. “Get out!” he barked hoarsely.


    His voice was raw, every wordced with frustration. His staff were useless—he was surrounded by ipetence.


    Kody didn’t dare utter a word. He quickly scooped up the files and made a swift exit.


    Alone again, Marc slumped into his chair and shut his eyes, his thoughts spiraling.


    Stel… she should understand him, right?


    Everything he did—wasn’t it all for thepany? Not because he actually liked Haley. Of course not. It was all strategy, all necessity. Clinging to that belief, Marc pulled out his phone and sent Haley a message. “I’m free tonight. Come by the vi for dinner.”


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