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    The remark made Luca’s jaw tighten, though he kept his expression stone still as he stood behind William.


    William moved closer to Curtis, his gaze drifting toward the velvet sofa in the corner, his brow creasing ever so slightly.


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    “Five hundred thousand can be in your ount immediately,” William said evenly.


    Greed flickered in Curtis’s eyes as he licked his lips, though he quickly reced the look with his usual swagger. “Right to business, Mr. Briggs,” he replied. “And what about my second request? That eptance letter from Crossroads University—do you have it?”


    A pool cue rested nearby, and William picked it up, letting his hand glide across the polished wood. His gaze never wavered from Curtis. “If I’m not mistaken, your GPA was 1.8,” he remarked.


    Curtis’s grin faltered for a moment, though he brushed it off with a shrug. “Exactly. That’s why I need someone like you. With the Briggs family’s pull, getting me an admission letter should be easy.”


    Cold amusement curved William’s lips, and his eyes hardened like steel.


    “Crossroads University isn’t run by my family. With a GPA of 1.8, you’re nowhere near their cutoff. If I forced you in, you’d stand out as a joke. Studying would be pointless—you’d be lucky to even make it through.”


    Afterying the cue down, William leaned forward, pressing his palms against the edge of the table, his stare slicing through Curtis. “The cash is yours now, and I’ll give you a game. But Crossroads University?” William stopped deliberately.


    “What I can do is hire top tutors to train you for next year’s exams. If you pass on your own merit, the Briggs Group will fund your tuition for all four years and guarantee you a position after graduation.”


    Curtis’s expression contorted as his voice shot up. “A whole year of study? William, I’m not waiting. I want to attend Crossroads University this year. I don’t care how you do it. Just make it happen. If you can’t, the deal’s off.”


    Unmoved by the outburst, William fixed him with a steady, unblinking stare.


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    Everyone in the room knew the truth about backdoor admissions. The Briggs Group could make it happen and stille out spotless, while Curtis would be the one carrying the consequences.


    William had no doubt Curtis understood that reality, and he studied him the way one might watch a cheap performance.


    The weight of that gaze crawled over Curtis’s skin until he snapped. He snatched his cue stick and cracked the cue ball across the table, the sharp tter echoing like his frustration.


    “Third condition. y with me. Win, and then we’ll talk.”


    A shadow crossed William’s eyes at the arrogant challenge.


    He lifted a cue withoutment, bent over the table, and sent the cue ball flying with wless uracy.


    For the next ten minutes, Curtis endured a merciless rout.


    William had shed theposed demeanor of a CEO, revealing instead a ruthless predator at the pool table, dismantling his opponent with cold-blooded precision.


    Every strike William made flowed with seamless precision, sending one solid ball after another into the pockets at angles most would never dare attempt.


    Not once did he leave Curtis room to retaliate.


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