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    Steven’s smirk vanished. “Not at all. Totally serious now.” He leaned forward. “If ying the innocent card didn’t work, then she’s not the type to fall for soft and sweet. She’s probably the straight-shooting kind. Which means we need a bolder move.”


    William narrowed his eyes. “You mean I should just confess?”


    Steven immediately shook his head. “No way. What are you, twelve? A bold move doesn’t mean you walk up and spill your guts.” He grinned. “Here’s the n—you know her friends, right? You’ve got mutuals. So set up a casual hangout at a bar or club, have one of her friends invite her, and then…” He mimed taking a drink. “Get her drunk.”


    William’s eyes widened at Steven’s suggestion.


    Seeing his reaction, Steven quickly added, “Hey—drunk minds speak sober truths. Once she’s tipsy, she’ll drop her guard. You can finally get some answers.”


    William didn’t respond right away. The idea wasn’t exactly foolproof, but it was the only n on the table. At least it beat sitting around doing nothing. Without another word, he set down his ss with a firm thud and headed straight for the door.


    Steven trailed behind him and called out with a grin, “Take care! Come cry to me again anytime!”


    William gave him a sidelong nce as he got into the car. “You’re insane,” he muttered.


    Since he’d been drinking, he couldn’t drive. He called for a driver. Once the driver arrived, William slid into the back seat and said, “Take me to the spa.”


    The driver blinked in the rearview mirror. “Uh, which spa, Mr. Briggs?”


    There were plenty of spas in Choria—no way he could guess the right one. William mentioned the name of the spa chain he knew Sharon managed. Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and drifted into thought.


    Twenty minutester, the car pulled up in front of a sleek, high-end building.


    William stepped out and told the driver, “Wait here.”


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    The driver nodded and cut the engine, still wondering if he’d heard right. Mr. Briggs… going for a spa day? Really?


    Upstairs, Sharon was inspecting some newly arrived equipment.


    She’d just finished dinner with Ste and Josie and was back in work mode when a light knocknded on her office door.


    A staff member walked in and said quietly, “Ms. Mitchell, there’s someone here to see you.”


    Sharon looked up, surprised.


    “I don’t have any appointments today. Who is it?”


    The receptionist hesitated. “It’s a man. Tall, handsome. Didn’t say his name, just asked for you.”


    Sharon raised an eyebrow, a little intrigued. She wasn’t dating anyone, and tall, handsome mystery guests weren’t exactlymon.


    She descended the spiral staircase and looked up—only to freeze in ce. “William?! What are you doing here? How did you even find this ce?”


    She gave him a quick once-over and added, “Or… are you here for a beauty treatment?”


    She couldn’t help it—who would’ve thought William of all people was into facials?


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