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    She remembered Marc once promising she’d regret ever going against him.


    That same powerless feeling spread fast, burning through her. She trudged back to the institute and tried to bury herself inb work, but her mind kept wandering to the old house.


    Sandra noticed Ste’s mood and asked with concern, “Sylvia, you’ve seemed offtely. Is something bothering you? You look like you haven’t been sleeping.”


    She was right. Ste had barely been getting two or three hours of rest each night before waking up, her thoughts constantly circling back to the house.<fn7f30> Content originallyes from Find1Novel</fn7f30>


    Even herb work had slowed, her concentration shot.


    Late at night, in her cold apartment, Ste sat staring at the city’s neon lights as memories of growing up in that house came rushing back.


    Neb was bleeding projects, and as the biggest shareholder, the one in charge, she didn’t have the luxury of staying on the sidelines.


    But the thought of losing that house pressed down, stealing her breath.


    She was back in that same suffocating helplessness.


    Other than chasing down Mr. Glyn, she was out of moves.


    Mr. Glyn clearly wasn’t willing to upset Nina, and Marc? He would drag her to the point of begging, maybe even let her think she had a chance, only to rip it away at thest second.


    Marc’s petty streak would make sure she paid twice over for every wrong he thought she had done.


    Ste let out a long, tired breath.


    William noticed every bit of her strain.


    Since their encounter in the parking lot that night, he had kept his distance. But after catching sight of the photo in her pocket watch, curiosity got the better of him. He had quietly set people to work digging into any link between Karson and her adoptive parents.


    He understood she kept her walls high around him, and until the mystery of her adoptive parents was cleared, those walls weren’ting down.


    Ste clearly needed room to breathe, and William didn’t need to ask to know her mind was a storm right now.


    But staying away didn’t mean he was blind to what she was doing.


    The moment Nina and Marc teamed up to sabotage her project, the news found its way to William almost instantly.


    Steven, still working at Neb, had called him the second it happened. At first, William didn’t think Marc was worth his time, and honestly, he still didn’t. He had held back, not wanting her to use him of meddling in her business again.


    But watching Ste run herself ragged was more than he could stomach.


    In the top-floor office of the Briggs Group, the glow of Choria’s neon lights spilled through the wide windows. William stood up, picked up the phone, and spoke in a low voice.


    “Luca, call the Horizon Group’s chairman. Let him know we’re suddenly very interested in that west-side project.”


    Luca froze, not expecting that request.


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