?Chapter 832:


    William’s gaze softened as it lingered on Ste.


    He had never truly med her.


    He knew she was hanging by a thread, her nerves stretched thin by the ghosts of the past.


    Each step closer to the truth only deepened her torment.


    How could he hold her ountable when she was already suffering like this?


    “You don’t need to apologize,” he said quietly. “I promised to help you, and I’ll keep that promise. I’ll make sure the real culprit pays—and I’ll get justice for your adoptive parents.” Their eyes locked.<fnfc33> Checktest chapters at find{n}ovel</fnfc33>


    The distance between them seemed to shrink, reced by something unspoken, fragile yet undeniable.


    Just then, Luca appeared at the end of the corridor, striding quickly toward them. His face was darker than before, etched with tension.


    “Mr. Briggs,” Luca reported, his voice tight, “news just came in. The personnel we dispatched to check the phone booth in the western suburbs found Harold—”


    William’s expression hardened. “Found him? Where is he?”


    Luca swallowed, his tone trembling. “He’s… already dead. Time of death—over forty-eight hours ago. The body was stuffed into a trash bin behind the booth, and also…”


    “And also what?” William demanded, unease twisting in his gut.


    Luca lowered his voice. “In his hand… he was clutching a cufflink. One with the Briggs Group emblem.”


    The words hit like a hammer. William’s heart sank. He didn’t need to ask whose cufflink it was. Harold had been dead for days. Which meant the warning call to Professor Ritchie hadn’te from him. Someone else had used Harold’s phone to sabotage the film restoration. And the cufflink in Harold’s grip—Alonzo’s cufflink—spoke volumes.


    William’s face went ck, his eyes burning with fury. Murder, right under his nose? Did Alonzo really think he could get away with this?


    Ste’s breath caught. Horror shed across her face. She had never imagined Harold was already gone.


    Silence stretched until William finally asked, his voice low and sharp, “Where is Alonzo now?”


    “At his vi in the south of the city,” Luca answered at once. “Hosting a small private party tonight.”


    A glint of ice shed in William’s eyes. He turned to Ste and said tly, “Then let’s go meet my uncle.”


    It was time to have a serious talk with Alonzo.


    Ste blinked, startled. “Now?”


    Her thoughts darted to Curtis in the hospital.


    William read her hesitation. His voice was firm, brooking no refusal. “Alonzo likes games. Fine—I’ll deliver him a gift he won’t forget. Let’s see how he exins the cufflink Harold died holding.”


    .


    .


    .