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    Doreen had cut her wrist at the vi. When they wheeled her out, her wrist was wrapped in thick gauze, her face pale and hollow.


    Marc stared at her, and for a second, a sharp pang hit his chest.


    He thought back to the first time they met—when she was lively, confident, always ready with something smart to say. She was nothing like the frail figure being rolled past him now.


    “Put her in a private suite. And get a nurse to stay with her.” Guilt crept in. It wasn’t much, but it made him act.


    Seeing him finally step up, Jazlyn let out a long sigh of relief.


    Later that night, after settling the nurse and making sure Doreen was okay, Marc left the hospital and headed home. Jazlyn didn’t stay either.


    Only the nurse remained at Doreen’s side. The room was quiet. Almost too quiet.


    The next day, Marc showed up at the port early. When he saw Ste’s car roll in, he quickly fixed his hair and sprayed on some cologne before walking over.


    Even from a distance, Ste caught a whiff of his hair gel and noticed the extra effort. She kept a straight face. “Let’s go check the shipment.”


    Following Alonzo’s instructions, Marc opened the container doors.


    Ste stepped forward, scanning the neatly stacked cargo. She picked one item up, inspected it closely, then set it back.


    This batch was leagues above Shaun’s. The materials were top-tier, the craftsmanship impable.


    This cutting-edge material only came from abroad. And right now, Alonzo was their only pipeline.


    “This batch’s pretty solid, huh?” Marc said with a grin. “I’d say it beats anything local.”


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    Marc stiffened. Sure, the Walsh Group had projects like this, but he had never touched the technical side. He was clueless.


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    The silence dragged, and Ste raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t even know the basics, maybe don’t act like you do, Mr. Walsh.”


    Marc’s hand clenched the door, his jaw tight. “Okay, I didn’t know before. But I’m learning. People can change, right? I’ve learned how to treat someone right. If you’d just give me another chance…”


    Before Marc could even finish, Ste turned on her heel and headed straight for the parking lot. She had already inspected the goods—there was nothing left to say. No point hanging around just to hear Marc ramble.


    Marc mmed the container doors shut and jogged after her. “Stel, how about lunch? Mr. Briggs wants me to run some new terms by you.”


    Ste frowned. “Didn’t we already sign the contract? What new terms?”


    “You’ve got it wrong,” Marc said quickly. “The update’s in your favor. Just give me an hour—we can talk it through over lunch?”


    Ste wanted to say no, but this was work. She didn’t have much choice.


    So she followed him downtown to a restaurant.


    Once they sat down, Marc handed her a menu. She barely nced at it. “Let’s not waste time. What new terms?”


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