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    Without another word, Mr. Glyn yanked open his car door, slid inside, and sped off. Marc was left standing there, stunned and unprepared, his expression shifting from pale shock to full-blown rage.


    Someone had interfered—but who?


    Marc waspletely in the dark, with no idea who was working against him this time. He cast onest sharp look toward the exit of the underground parking garage before turning away.


    The next morning, Marc had his team adjust the proposal, preparing to take another shot at Mr. Glyn. But as he reached the office door, voices drifted to him from inside—Mr. Glyn speaking with his assistant.


    “Boss, are we still handing this project to Neb?” the assistant asked. Once the deal was set, they’d have to move forward with the contract—no more room for second-guessing.


    Mr. Glyn’s calm reply carried clearly to where Marc stood.


    “Yeah. If William Briggs says so, what choice do I have? You want to go against William Briggs? The man is more frightening than the devil himself.”


    The assistant pressed his lips together and stayed silent. When he stepped out into the hallway, it was eerily empty. He paused, frowning. A moment ago, he could’ve sworn someone was there. Where had they gone? Had he imagined it?


    Shaking off the thought, he headed for the print room to start preparing the contract.


    Marc was already gone—storming out of the building with fury in his eyes. William. Again. Marc could count on one hand the number of people in Choria he’d managed to offend, and William sat at the very top of that list.


    But why was William gunning for thisnd? Was it because of Ste?


    The possibility darkened Marc’s mood further. William would do anything for her—even rip a guaranteed deal right out of Marc’s hands.


    Meanwhile, Ste was still preupied with the fate of the old house. One evening, as she left the research institute, her phone buzzed. She nced at the screen—an unfamiliar number.


    She had already blocked Marc’s number and worried he might be trying a new one. Staring at it for a moment, she hesitated, then finally answered.


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    “Hello, is this Ms. Gilbert? I’m the assistant to the CEO of the Horizon Group. Sorry to bother you.”


    The Horizon Group? Surprise flickered in Ste’s eyes.


    She steadied her voice. “What’s this about?”


    Could this be Horizon Group acting on Marc’s orders, trying to push her into contacting him?


    The assistant’s tone was polite—excessively so—with a trace of ttery beneath it.


    “Here’s the deal, Ms. Gilbert,” he began. “Mr. Glyn asked me to apologize for how things went before. He believes your proposal is the better fit and wants to know when you’d be free to drop by and discuss partnership details.”


    Ste tightened her grip on the phone, taken aback. Hadn’t Mr. Glyn made it clear the project was Marc’s? Why the sudden pivot toward her?


    “What’s yourpany ying at? I chased you down three times, and Mr. Glyn himself told me you weren’t working with Neb.”


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