?Chapter 457:


    “Get lost. Or I’ll hit you.”


    She spun on her heel and walked away.


    Marc’s voice rang out behind her, frustrated. “If you don’t want the flowers, I’ll just throw them away!”


    Ste didn’t even look back as she headed upstairs.


    Marc stood there for a while, reying her words in his head. Was it because of Doreen? Was that what was stopping her froming back to him?


    Marc narrowed his eyes. If Doreen was the problem, he could easily get rid of her.


    Doreen meant nothing to him. If it weren’t for the baby, he would have kicked her to the curb already. And if she got in his way now, he wouldn’t hesitate.


    Marc nced at the roses in his hand. In the end, he didn’t throw them away. He quietly took them with him.


    Back at home, Ste took a long shower, but her mind kept circling back to what Steven had told her about William’s family. She got out, sat at her desk, and pulled up herptop.


    The Briggs family wasrge and well-known in Choria. There was plenty of information online, but whether it was actually true was another story.


    She clicked on a few articles and found some detailed pieces about William’s uncle, Cesar Briggs, and his aunt, Stephanie Briggs. Each click just made the whole thing sound crazier.


    One of the reports imed that, back in the day, Cesar and his younger sister, Stephanie, had some kind of thing for each other.


    It even went as far as saying that Stephanie had an abortion when they were young. Apparently, that was why Dexter sent Stephanie overseas. She got married to some foreign man and had a baby within a year.


    The odd part? Stephanie’s daughter didn’t look the least bit foreign or mixed. So, of course, people started whispering that maybe the kid wasn’t her husband’s. Maybe the baby was Cesar’s.


    Ste rubbed her temples. Sure, rich families could get messy, but this sounded like pure tabloid nonsense.


    It was all so far-fetched.


    She closed the page and opened another article.


    This one dove into the power ys inside the Briggs family.


    It imed that William’s dad might not even have been Dexter’s biological son. Rumor had it that Dexter’s wife had the baby before she married him, and Dexter, being the kind man he was, raised the boy as his own.


    And William? He wasn’t supposed to inherit the family business at all. But he was too smart to ignore. By age three, he was reciting poetry. By seven, he was sitting in on business meetings. Dexter couldn’t pass that up. He personally mentored William.


    But no matter how much she searched, Ste couldn’t find any mention of the ident that killed William’s parents.


    After a while, her eyes started to ache. She pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing.


    She’d never realized William grew up under this much pressure.


    Dexter had pinned all his hopes on him, but William didn’t even seem to care about the family empire. He was more into his research, which clearly annoyed the old man.


    Meanwhile, Cesar and Stephanie, who never fully epted William as a real Briggs, were busy plotting to push their own kids into the spotlight, waiting for William to screw up.


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