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    Amon had no patience for Alonzo’s slippery manner. His frustration burned openly, and he spoke without restraint.


    William’s expression remained even. “Why don’t you try asking the HR department at Briggs Group?”


    Amon dismissed the idea with a careless shrug and turned the conversation elsewhere. “By the way, William, word has it you’ve been spending time with the Carter family’s newly discovered heiress?”


    His tone sharpened, carrying an edge beneath the smooth delivery. “I’ve seen her picture. She’s striking, with a grace of her own, and Karson treats her like a treasure. You certainly know how to choose. Still, I have to wonder—do you care for her, or are you only drawn to the power her name brings?”


    The air in the dining room dropped to an icy chill. William’s brow creased, while Alonzo sipped his wine, his eyes glinting with amusement as though he were watching a performance.


    A darker mood settled over William. He ced his knife and fork onto the te, the faint clink cutting through the silence. “Stay out of my personal affairs, Amon.”


    His voice carried unshakable authority. “And keep your distance from Ste. She is not someone for you to provoke.”


    Amon leaned back with exaggerated ease, spreading his hands wide as if the whole matter wereughable. “Easy there, no need to get so worked up. I was only asking. Did I strike a nerve? That Ms. Russell must be something special to make you—of all people, who never shows interest in romance—lose your cool.”


    A dangerous gleam lit his eyes, carrying the thrill of a hunter spotting new prey. “Since you guard her so fiercely, I’m even more eager to meet her and see what kind of woman has managed to capture your heart.”


    William’s gaze turned like ice, sharp with warning. “Amon, this is the final time I’ll say it. Stay away from her!”


    Inside, Amon sneered to himself. William’s protectiveness only deepened his curiosity about Ste and the spell she might cast.


    On the surface, though, Amon lifted both hands high in a theatrical show of surrender. “Fine, fine, I was only joking. Why take everything so seriously?”


    The table never recovered from the tension, and the dinner ended in bitterness. William had no desire to remain longer. He pushed back his chair and rose, intent on leaving.


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    As he reached the foyer, Amon’szy drawl floated after him. “Goodbye, William. Do pass along my greetings to Ms. Russell.”


    Not a single step faltered, but William’s retreat carried the stiffness of a man forcing restraint.


    Over the next several days, his attention shifted to arranging a team to travel to Curtis’ hometown in search of the hidden film roll, though he still kept close watch on Amon’s every move. William was certain that with Amon’s love for stirring chaos, the remarks made that night at Briggs Mansion would not be left as empty threats.


    Later that afternoon, Ste wrapped up her experiment for the day. With her temples aching, she left the research institute and stepped outside.


    A drizzle came down lightly, cold enough to make the air unpleasant. She had forgotten an umbre, so she raised her hand against her forehead and walked on.


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