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    By nightfall, the Briggs family mansion shimmered with light, the glow spilling across the grand estate. William exited his car and strode inside.


    The dining hall glittered beneath a towering crystal chandelier, its brilliance cascading over a long table filled with rtives and guests.


    At the head sat Alonzo, while Amon leanedzily in his chair, one leg draped over the other, swirling a ss of wine with careless ir.


    A velvet suit of deep burgundy clung to Amon, paired with a ckce-trimmed shirt. His rolled sleeves revealed faint tattoos etched along his arms. Slicked-back hair framed features that carried a resemnce to William’s, though softened and more delicate.


    His tilted eyes sparkled with mischief, edged with ridicule.


    The corners of his lips lifted in a half-smile as he regarded William stepping through the doorway.


    “Well, well. The workaholic cousin finally shows his face. Busy man, too important toe home.” Amon spoke slowly, every word dripping with provocation.


    William lowered himself into a chair, his expression unreadable, his gaze sweeping the table before settling coolly on Amon. “I hadpany matters to attend to,” he said tly, addressing the room more than the man taunting him.


    Amon cut in quickly. “You bury yourself in work, unlike me,” he said, the curve of his smile masking his cold eyes.<fnb0ae> Official source is find?novel</fnb0ae>


    William flicked him a nce. “Not nearly as entertaining as the time you’ve wasted abroad,” he answered with dry disdain.


    Amon lifted his brow in an exaggerated gesture, swirling the red wine in his ss withzy grace. “Fun? You make it sound like that’s all I do. I only came back because the family called me. Unlike you, chained to endless work, I’d rather enjoy life.”


    The words cut with deliberate mockery, aimed squarely at William.


    Alonzoid down his utensils, his expression firm but not furious. “Amon, mind your tone with your cousin,” he scolded, though the hint of pride in his voice betrayed his indulgence.


    Shifting smoothly, Alonzo turned toward William, stering on a smile that rang hollow. “Don’t take him seriously, William. He spent too much time abroad, picked up wild habits. Now that he’s back, I hope you’ll guide him, show him how things are done.”


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    The remark was anything but innocent, a subtle push to wedge Amon into the Briggs Group.


    William reached for a napkin, dabbing his hands withposed elegance.


    “Uncle Alonzo, you’re generous in your expectations. But Amon has his own way of doing things. Pushing him into a role won’t lead anywhere. Besides…” His gaze lifted, locking firmly with Alonzo’s, steady against the probing challenge. “Thepany already runs smoothly. Everyone is in their ce. There aren’t any vacancies.”


    With that, William closed the door on Alonzo’s maneuver as neatly as a de snapping shut.


    Alonzo’s smile slipped away, and a shadow flickered in his eyes before he forced it back behind his usual mask. “I really don’t meddle much in thepany’s business. Since you insist there are no openings, let’s leave it for now. Amon still needs time to learn, and there’s no harm if he joinster.”


    A derisiveugh spilled from Amon as he lowered his ss and leaned toward the table. His piercing gaze locked on William. “Tell me the truth, William. Is thepany really without vacancies, or is it that you simply don’t want me there?”


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