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    Amon’s fingers, which had been restingzily on a photo, froze for the briefest moment. Surprise flickered in his gaze—then vanished, reced by the smug gleam of a man who thrived on provocation.


    He withdrew his hand slowly, dusting off his sleeve with exaggerated nonchnce. A mocking smile tugged at his lips.


    “Hey, cousin. You’ve got plenty of time on your hands, huh? What brings you here to Ms. Russell’s littleb? Don’t tell me… you’re checking up on her?”


    The deliberate word choice—checking up—made Ste stiffen.


    Her brows knitted. How had William even known Amon was here? She hadn’t expected Amon’s sudden appearance herself.


    William ignored the jabpletely. His gaze slid to Ste, standing behind him, her body trembling ever so slightly.


    The faint anger lingering in her eyes only fueled the storm in his chest. Without a word, William strode forward and nted himself in front of her, his tall frame shielding her from Amon’s view like an unyielding wall.


    His voice was low, controlled, but every word vibrated with restrained rage. “Amon, this is yourst warning. Keep your dirty tricks to yourself. Stay away from her.”


    Then William leaned in close, his voice dropping to a cial whisper only the two of them could hear. “Or tomorrow morning, the police will be holding every shred of evidence on your father’s moneyundering. Tell me—do you think your old man will ever step foot outside prison again? And without him propping you up… what are you worth?”


    Amon’s smirk faltered. His pupils shrank, and for the first time, that smug mask cracked. Panic shed across his face before he could stop it.


    If Alonzo weren’t William’s uncle, William wouldn’t have stopped at just warning. He might not have liked Alonzo, but blood was blood, and for that alone, he showed restraint.


    William preferred to keep Briggs family matters behind closed doors. Letting outsiders catch wind of their dirt would be disgraceful.


    But if Amon kept testing his limits, William wouldn’t hesitate to rip that facade apart.


    Amon’s smile slipped. His pupils shrank, the cocky mask he wore shattering for the first time under William’s gaze. Panic bled through, raw and unguarded.<fna38c> Find the newest release on fin?novel</fna38c>


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    He snapped his head toward William, eyes zing with resentment. He hadn’t expected William to dig so deep—or to wield his father’s crimes like a de at his throat. “You—”


    The word caught, his voice breaking off as if the rest had been strangled in his throat.


    William straightened, his tone colder than ice. “Get out. Before I totally lose it.”


    Amon’s face went from red to pale, his jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. He shot Ste a look—sharp, poisonous. Then he spat through gritted teeth, “William, you’re ruthless. But Ms. Russell’s business is her own. You can’t guard her every second of the day… can you? We’ll see.”


    He shoved past Paul, who had appeared at the door, and stormed out without another nce.


    Theb fell into heavy silence.


    Paul nced between William’s thunderous expression and Ste’s pale face, clearly ufortable. He cleared his throat. “Well… as long as everything’s fine, I’ll just… head back.”


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