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    William chuckled. “Didn’t I say I’d give you Neb one day? Managing it was just the warm-up. No need to look so shocked.”


    Ste lowered her gaze to the bold signature already inked on the contract—William’s. Her heart swelled with emotion. He had helped her again and again, offering not just support but genuine encouragement.


    She looked up, her tone serious. “William… thank you. For trusting me with this. I won’t let you down.”


    Her sincerity made himugh. “Alright, I believe you. Go on, Ms. Russell—sign it.”


    Ste took the pen and carefully signed next to his name, her handwriting graceful and steady.


    She passed the contract and pen back to him, but he only took the document. “The pen’s for you,” William said casually. “You’re apany director now—you need a pen that fits the role.”


    It was a stunning, high-end pen—solid in the hand and subtly luxurious. Ste recognized the logo under the cap. It was a foreign brand she had only ever seen in magazines. One of these would cost at least ten grand.


    He gave her thepany and the pen? Now she felt even more awkward not giving something in return.


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    William didn’t hesitate. He paused briefly, then said, “Actually, there is one thing.”


    Ste’s eyes lit up. “Tell me.”


    “How about you keep cooking for me? I really can’t stand Rita’s food.”


    Ste blinked, frowning slightly. Why did it suddenly feel like she’d walked into a trap?


    Meanwhile, after being outmaneuvered by Ste yet again, Marc tried reaching out to Alonzo. No luck.


    Call after call, Alonzo’s phone remained out of service.


    Even someone as slow as Marc finally caught on—he’d been ditched.


    After the failed scheme against Ste, Alonzo had clearly decided Marc was useless and severed all ties without warning.


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    And just like that, Walsh Group crumbled back to rock bottom—worse than before.


    No matter how many doors Marc knocked on, no one wanted to work with him anymore.


    He spent a week straight holed up at the office, chasing deals that nevernded.


    In the end, defeated, he dragged himself back to the vi just to shower and change.


    But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Doreen lounging in the living room, eating fruit.


    Her belly was just starting to show—pregnancy rounding her figure slightly. The moment she saw Marc, her face lit up. She walked over with a bright smile. “Marc, you’re finally back!”


    He nced at her briefly, eyes dull with fatigue. Without a word, he trudged upstairs.


    Doreen’s heart sank. She could tell something was off the moment she saw the look on his face.


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