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    After Steven confirmed it was clear, she signed her name without hesitation. From then on, the details no longer needed her direct attention. Neb’s nning team would take care of them.


    A weekter, Neb and Mornstar officially signed the deal.


    To celebrate, Michael invited Neb’s team to dinner at the Comet Grove, a revolving restaurant well known for its luxury.


    At first, Ste didn’t want to go. But since Mornstar had gone out of its way to choose Neb, she had to attend as their representative.


    She knew Marc would be there, but since she couldn’t avoid him, she decided to act as though he didn’t exist.


    Inside the private dining room of Comet Grove, Michael, the project lead, sat with Emerson Quimby, Mornstar’s general manager.<fn373a> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fn373a>


    Emerson, a refined man in his fifties, spoke warmly about Ste, who had recently been weed back into the Carter family.


    “Ms. Russell, you’re impressive. Everyone in the industry has noticed how quickly Neb has been growing. We’re looking forward to this partnership with real sincerity.”


    Ste offered a graceful smile and replied, “Mr. Quimby, you tter me. This achievement is really the result of Neb’s entire team working hard together.”


    She kept her tone modest, careful not to take all the credit for herself.


    Ste wasn’t alone in representing Neb Group; Steven sat at her side, his steady gaze fixed on Marc across the polished table.


    Marc, however, had no interest in Steven. His eyes never strayed from Ste, following her with a quiet intensity.


    In a rare shift from his usual mocking tone and dismissive remarks about herpetence, Marc addressed Emerson with striking sincerity. “Mr. Quimby, you might not be aware, but Ste—Ms. Russell—has always had an exceptional gift for research. I saw it from the beginning, and truly, the sess Neb Group enjoys today is owed to her ability.”


    While he spoke, Marc carefully poured Ste a drink, his voice rich with admiration, as though he had never once belittled her in front of others.


    Ste gave no sign of being moved by his unexpected praise, keeping her attention on Emerson as they discussed specific points of the coboration.


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    Several toasts passed before the private room door swung open at the touch of a waiter. The interruption allowed William to step inside without warning.


    “Mr. Quimby, what a coincidence. Mr. Briggs and his team are seated right next door. When they heard you were here, they wanted to drop by and say hello.” Steven smiled as he exined William’s unexpected arrival.


    William stood in the doorway, his deep blue suit tailored to perfection, enhancing his striking presence. His eyes traveled across the room but soon rested on Ste.


    Then his gaze caught Marc, who was leaning forward to refill Ste’s ss, and the warmth drained from his face in an instant.


    “It’s been some time, Mr. Quimby,” William said atst, his courteous smile never touching the cool sharpness in his eyes.


    His eyes flicked toward Marc as he remarked, “If memory serves, Mr. Walsh, your dealings with Mornstar Corporation have been rather quiettely.”


    The moment William stepped in, Marc’s smile faltered. A shadow of resentment shed across his face before he quickly smoothed it away.


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