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    Sharon’s driver hadn’t shown up yet, so she decided to hang around and wait with Ste for her ride.


    Ste shot a nce at William, who was standing there quietly, then hesitated.


    “Mr. Briggs… aren’t you leaving?”


    She figured with all his connections, he could’ve had a car here in seconds.


    Sharon chimed in, “Yeah, Mr. Briggs. I’m sure your driver’s just a phone call away. No need to slum it with us—don’t let us hold you up.”


    Right then, Ste’s ride pulled up.


    Sharon opened the car door for her and, like she was guarding against William, shut it quickly once Ste was inside.


    “Stel, text me when you get home!” she called out.


    Ste nodded and told the driver to go.


    As the car drove off, she turned to peek out the window. William was still there beside Sharon. That uneasy feeling crept up again.


    She had a strong hunch Sharon had nned all this. William wasn’t the type to just show up by chance—not at gatherings like these. If he came, it was because he was invited. Sharon must have arranged it with him beforehand.


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    The rooftop kiss… that had been a mess. But it happened. And it was over now. Leaning back in the seat, Ste closed her eyes as exhaustion settled over her.


    Back at the curb, Sharon was still full of curiosity. She gave William a sideways nce. “So… what’s going on between you and Stel? Did she say yes to something? I mean, you two don’t just kiss out of nowhere.”


    William didn’t answer. Instead, he gave her a long, unreadable look, then casually walked toward the street, where a ck Maybach was slowly rolling up.


    “Ms. Mitchell,” he said politely, “I’ll be heading off. Thanks for tonight.”


    And just like that, he got in and was gone.


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    Sharon stood there, puzzled. That car was here the whole time? So he’d just been standing around, waiting for Ste to leave first?


    Now she was the only one still standing on the roadside.


    She couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. She was the one who organized the whole night, and somehow, she’d missed all the drama. Was it because she didn’t step away to use the bathroom?


    If she’d known there’d be rooftop kisses going on, she would’ve found an excuse to “get some air.”


    Meanwhile, Ste made it back to her apartment building and dragged her tired body into the elevator.


    When she finally stepped out on her floor, she heard some noise nearby. She figured it was just a neighboring or going, so she didn’t think much of it—until she looked up.


    Across the hall, William was unlocking the door to the apartment directly opposite hers.


    Ste’s mind nked. What… what is he doing here? Wasn’t he still standing on the street when she left? How had he beaten her home?


    She took a few cautious steps toward him, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mr. Briggs… what are you…”


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