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    She was just about to get up and leave when William casually added, “There’s something else. I need you to help me with a matter… using Neb Group’s name.”


    Ste paused, turning back to him with a frown. Neb’s name? Did that mean Briggs Group couldn’t be involved?


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    Still, she asked out of curiosity, “What kind of help are we talking about?”


    William led her out of the study. “Hard to exin right now. You’ll understand when the timees.”


    Of course. Ste held back an eye roll. He was always vague—like he enjoyed keeping her in the dark.


    “Then I’ll head back—”


    “I just ordered takeout,” he cut in. “Stick around. I got enough for two.”


    Now that he mentioned it, Ste realized she was starving. She hadn’t done any grocery shopping, which meant dinner at home would be a sad bowl of instant noodles.


    Compared to that, William’s takeout sounded like a feast.


    Since she was already here, doing free overtime, she figured she might as well stay and get a proper meal out of it.


    She dropped onto the sofa to wait. William sat beside her.


    Bored, Ste pulled out her phone and started scrolling through social media, mindlessly flicking past photos and random posts.


    Then something caught her eye—a local thread where someone was trying to find a guy they’d seen.


    The post read: “Saw this guy at the mall three days ago. Total heartthrob. Was too shy to ask for his number, so here’s hoping the inte works its magic. If he’s taken, no hard feelings!”


    Curious, Ste clicked to see what kind of guy would make someone post publicly like that.


    The second she saw the picture, her jaw almost dropped. He looked exactly like William.


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    If she didn’t know better, she’d think he had a twin.


    But three days ago, she remembered exactly where William was—either at theb or stopping by the Briggs Group headquarters. Definitely not at a mall.


    She scrolled through thements.


    “Wow, you’ve got good taste. He’s hot!”


    “Is he a model or something?”


    “Wait… isn’t this the CEO of some techpany? Looks familiar, but I can’t ce him.”


    Oddly, no one directly called him out as William Briggs. Maybe someone recognized him and decided to keep quiet.


    Still, she was too curious to let it slide. She turned her phone toward him. “Mr. Briggs, someone’s out here on the inte trying to track you down.”


    William had been casually ncing at his phone, but the second Ste leaned in, he quickly turned it off like he had something to hide.


    Not that she noticed—she was still staring at her screen, focused on the post.


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