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    Behind him, Doreen clenched her fists, fingernails digging into her palm. But she stayed silent.


    Back in Choria, William was sitting at his desk when his phone buzzed.


    He nced at the screen and saw the alert: $2,000,000 charged.


    He let out a quiet chuckle. So she really had taken him at his word when he told her to spend as she pleased.


    He shifted his gaze from the phone and hit the inte button.


    “Luca,” he said calmly.


    “Yes, Mr. Briggs?”


    “Find out which hotel Ste’s staying at in Wredo. And give me her room number.”


    “Right away, sir.”


    Ten minutester, Luca called back. “Mr. Briggs, Ms. Russell is at Verdant Haven Hotel. She booked three presidential suites for five days.”


    William raised an eyebrow. Verdant Haven was one of his properties—his hotel group had just expanded in Wredo, and that location had quickly be the top luxury spot in the city.


    So the two million she just spent? It had basicallynded right back into his ount.


    He was about to end the call when Luca added, “Sir, I also checked—Marc is staying at Verdant Haven too.”


    The name alone was enough to shift William’s mood. His grip on the phone tightened. Marc. Again.


    Luca noticed the tension. “Should I have someone handle it?”


    William’s voice was low. “Text me Ste’s room number. And make sure Marc has left the hotel by the time I get there.”


    “Understood, Mr. Briggs. I’ll take care of it.”


    Meanwhile, Marc was still shaken up from seeing Ste earlier that day.


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    Even during dinner, he barely touched his food.


    Doreen, trying her best to appear thoughtful, paused halfway through her pasta and smiled gently. “Mr. Walsh, I’m done. Want to head back?”


    Marc nodded. Her gentle, quiet demeanor was a wee change after everything with Haley, who’d always been clingy and demanding.


    Back at the hotel, Marc held onto a sliver of hope. Maybe he’d bump into Ste again. He knew it was unlikely, but the thought still lingered.


    He walked Doreen to her room, ever the gentleman.


    Despite staying in the same hotel, they weren’t sharing a room—he’d made sure of that.


    In fact, he was somewhat relieved they weren’t sharing a room tonight; otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to face Ste.


    “I’ll head in now. Sleep well, Mr. Walsh.” Doreen looked up at him, her eyes soft, like she was waiting for something more.


    But Marc only nodded and turned toward his own room without another word.


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