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    And those recent project failures? Probably sabotage from the inside—his own uncle and aunt pulling the strings. Suddenly, everything made sense to Ste.


    No wonder William had started hanging around Willow and rushed into that engagement.


    The Lawson family was a big deal in Choria. With their backing, William could tighten his grip on the Briggs Group.


    In the end, marrying Willow wasn’t really about love. It was a survival move.


    Ste sighed. People thought being born into a rich family was a blessing, but clearly, there were battles one never signed up for. William probably wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. He just didn’t want to get destroyed himself.


    Feeling a little restless, Ste quickly typed another name into the search bar: Davion Briggs.


    Cesar’s illegitimate son.


    The inte was flooded with stories about him. Mountain racing one week, yacht parties with models the next.


    He was a total wild card, but not just some spoiled brat. He actually had a reputation—skydiving champion, pro surfer, world record holder in free diving, race car driver.


    Ste also found out he collected antiques—her specialty.


    But then again, what did all this have to do with her? Why was she even digging this deep?


    Shaking her head, she closed Davion’s profile and moved on to Stephanie’s daughter—Isabe Crawford. She was technically a foreigner and controlled a key business line, but Ste couldn’t find much else about her online. Probably locked up tight for confidentiality. Otherwise, William wouldn’t be so cautious around her, always cleaning up her mess.


    As Ste kept digging, she noticed something. Both Isabe and Davion had posted on their social media—different updates, but from the same IP location. Choria.


    So that was it. Dexter calling William back today wasn’t random. His cousins were back.


    Ste nced at the time—it waste. She shut herptop, washed up, and got ready for bed.


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    Lying under the covers, watching the moonlight spill across her ceiling, she let out a soft sigh. William’s family was more twisted than she had ever imagined. At least her own life wasn’t thisplicated. Or maybe it just wasn’t crowded. Aside from her ex-husband, she didn’t really have anyone.


    Meanwhile, over at the Briggs Mansion, the air was thick with the faint scent of sandalwood. William and Dexter sat across from each other in the old-fashioned living room, the solid wood furniture adding a heavy, almost suffocating vibe. Dexter pushed a folder across the coffee table.


    “Take a look.”


    William flipped through the documents—flight records. Isabe and Davion had flown back to Choria on the same day.


    Dexter’s expression was unreadable.


    “Tomorrow, they’ll probably show up here with Cesar and Stephanie. What do you think they’re after this time?”


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