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    Meanwhile, Ste was in a great mood. She’d gone out with Sandra and Elbert to explore the local food stalls and savor the bustling night scene.


    Tired but content, she slipped under the covers. Sleep came fast, bringing her soft dreams and a peaceful night.


    The next morning, feeling well-rested, Ste freshened up and decided to head down for a rxed breakfast.


    The presentation wasn’t until three in the afternoon. With it being just past seven, she had all the time in the world to eat and unwind.


    As she pushed open the door to her room, the soft click of a door unlocking echoed from across the hall.


    She turned her head instinctively, and there he was, stepping out in casual loungewear, catching herpletely off guard.


    Blinking in surprise, she stared at him. “What… what are you doing here?” She could’ve sworn a different guest had stayed across the hallst night. His sudden appearance didn’t make sense.


    “You’re representing the research institute,” William replied matter-of-factly. “As one of its leaders, I’m here to oversee the process. And since you’re also working for Neb, it makes sense for the chairman to be present. Dual responsibilities.”


    Ste hadn’t anticipated such an exnation. Honestly, she’d assumed he’d let her shoulder all the responsibility for Neb herself. His presence threw her off.


    But suspicion crept in. Her brows furrowed. “Wait… you didn’te just because you think I can’t handle it, did you?”


    William let out a low sigh and met her gaze. “I’m concerned, not doubtful.


    There’s a big difference between those two things.”


    Ste narrowed her eyes and mumbled, “You’re just twisting words.”


    William chuckled, amused by her reaction. “It’s not wordy. I just don’t want you jumping to the wrong conclusion and letting it mess with your mood. We’ve got a big presentation, remember?”


    He never missed a chance to tack on a teasingment—something Ste had long grown used to.


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    Then, almost without realizing, she nced down and murmured, “So, are you worried about the project or about me?”


    The words had slipped out before she could stop them, like a sudden impulse she couldn’t reel back. She didn’t even know why she asked… it just happened.


    William looked her straight in the eyes. “I’m worried about you.”


    William made even the most suggestive remarks sound ssy—he was just that smooth.


    Ste felt a little awkward and decided to dodge the tension by heading downstairs for breakfast.


    Of course, William followed. Once they sat down, he casually said, “Thepetition’s in the afternoon. This morning, you’reing with me.” So much for a rxed morning.


    “Where are we going?” she asked, not thrilled.


    “A project site.”


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