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    Those were confidentialpany documents—she couldn’t risk them falling into the wrong hands.


    “And the key?”


    “It’s with me,” Ste answered without thinking, just before she heard Steven let out a low sigh.<fnd023> Discover more novels at Find[?]ovel</fnd023>


    “William needs to check some data from one of those contracts—urgently. But since you’re the only one with the key… Sylvia, can youe over?”


    She hesitated, ncing at Rutherford, who was still standing quietly beside her. Compared to having coffee with Rutherford, matters involving Neb came first.


    She quickly looked away and said into the phone, “I’ll bring the key right now.”


    Once she hung up, Rutherford asked gently, “Everything all right?”


    Ste gave a quick nod. “Something’se up at Neb. I need to drop something off. I’m sorry, Mr. Schoenberg, but I won’t be able to invite you up for coffee.”


    He was clearly a little let down, but his tone remained steady. “Where are you headed? I’ll drive you.”


    Earlier, he’d already handed the car keys back to her after they got out. But Ste shook her head with a polite smile. “That won’t be necessary. You’ve already helped me enough today. Just wait here for the driver—I’ll go on my own.”


    With that, she turned and got back into the car.


    She only had time to roll down the window and wave a quick goodbye before she pulled out of the parking lot.


    Rutherford stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching her drive away. After a long beat, he let out a quiet chuckle.


    As William’s friend, he knew full well that Neb was just a subsidiary under the Briggs Group. But the moment Ste heard something was wrong at Neb, she…


    She dropped everything and rushed off—burned wrist and all. Was it really just about Neb? Or was it because William was involved?


    Staring in the direction her car had disappeared, Rutherford pressed his lips into a thin line, then turned and walked out of the garage.


    His driver pulled up less than twenty minutester.


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    As he climbed in, Rutherford said calmly, “Take me to Neb Group.”


    His purpose was simple—to see if William was also at Neb.


    Neb was a smallpany under the Briggs umbre. Logically, there was no reason for William to be there personally. But if he was… then Rutherford figured the reason had little to do with business.


    Before long, the driver had taken Rutherford to Neb headquarters.


    When they arrived, he didn’t get out. Instead, he told the driver to circle the building and check the underground parking lot.


    Sure enough, William’s car was parked neatly in one of the reserved spaces. Rutherfordughed quietly to himself. That confirmed it. No matter what he did, would he ever be able to take William’s ce in Ste’s heart?


    He sat there for a while, staring out the window at the sleek ck Rolls-Royce, not saying a word. Then, he murmured, “Let’s go.”


    The driver blinked, surprised. “You’re not going up, sir?”


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