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    That piece ofnd owned by Mr. Glyn’spany was hardly a prize for the Briggs Group. So why the sudden interest?


    “Boss, is this about stealing that property out from under the Walsh Group?”<fnc8be> Th?s chapter is updated by find[?]ovel</fnc8be>


    William sidestepped the question. “What I want,” he said evenly, “is every detail of Marc’s deal with Horizon. Focus on the demolition dates. Have it on my desk by ten tomorrow.”


    “Understood,” Luca replied without missing a beat. “I’ll get it done.”


    He still didn’t know why thend mattered, but he knew for certain that winning the bid for it would be effortless for the Briggs Group.


    Whenever the Briggs Group stepped into a deal, their offer almost always leftpetitors in the dust, andpared to them, whatever the Walsh Group could promise Horizon looked like pocket change.


    When Luca contacted Horizon, a thought nagged at him. Was this somehow tied to Ste? Marc wasn’t just anyone; he was Ste’s ex. Was William stepping into this fight for her sake, maybe even to settle the score?


    At his luxury vi, Mr. Glyn lounged with a ss of champagne in hand, the warm crackle of an old vinyl spinning in the background.


    The moment was cut short when his secretary called—apparently, the Briggs Group wanted a word about the west-side property.


    Just hearing William’s name was enough to make Mr. Glyn’s stomach twist. In Choria, the Briggs family weren’t just rich; they were untouchable. And William? He had a reputation for getting exactly what he wanted, no matter who stood in the way.


    Mr. Glyn spent the night staring at the ceiling, running through every possible reason William might being after him.


    By morning, he had decided not to keep the man waiting. He showed up at the Briggs Group before business hours, where Luca walked him straight into William’s office.


    Sweat prickled along his hairline, his nerves wound tight. He still had no idea what this meeting was really about.


    William didn’t bother with pleasantries or a seat. He simply pushed two folders across the desk. One was filled with the Walsh Group’s recent financials, and the other was a polished new partnership offer from the Briggs Group.


    Giving Mr. Glyn a calm, measured look, he said, “Mr. Glyn, there’s an old house on that west-sidend. It belongs to a friend of mine, and I want it left alone.”


    Mr. Glyn froze, his breath catching in his throat. A quick nce at the financial report told him all he needed to know. William had dug deep into Horizon’s private numbers, which meant he had already been sniffing around their business. He didn’t need to read every page to understand—it was a blend of tempting offers and quiet threats.


    The partnership file, on the other hand, dangled profits that made thend deal seem like spare change. William was clearly ying a stick-and-carrot game, and he yed it well. He never mentioned Ste’s name, only referring to her as a “friend,” but Mr. Glyn could tell she meant something to him.


    Staring at the promise of massive profits in one file and the dangerous leverage in the other, Mr. Glyn knew exactly what choice he had. He could either drop Marc and protect the old house, securing Briggs’ backing, or keep Marc and go head-to-head with the most powerful family in Choria. It wasn’t a tough decision.


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