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    “Ms. Russell,” Luca added quickly, “don’t worry about Curtis. Our men will guard him around the clock.”


    William didn’t wait for Ste’s reply. He sped her hand and led her toward the elevator.


    With Luca’s reassurance, Ste’s worry eased enough for her to follow William inside.


    Her pulse quickened—not from fear, but from a dangerous thrill. Maybe after tonight, everything would finally be revealed.


    She nced at William beside her, his jaw set with determination. For the first time, she saw him as someone apart from the profit-driven Briggs n.


    The ck car tore down the highway toward Alonzo’s vi. Ste sat quietly, watching the city blur past.


    William, meanwhile, was on the phone nonstop, issuing orders, deploying men, arranging every detail.


    Ste sat quietly beside him, her emotions a tangled mess.


    When he finally set the phone aside, he turned to her. His voice was low, almost gentle. “Are you afraid?”


    Snapped out of her thoughts, Ste shook her head. “No. As long as we can uncover the truth, I’m not afraid of anything.”


    If she had been afraid, she never would have chosen this path.


    William studied her, then suddenly reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture shed with the cold steel in his expression. “Stay close to me,” he murmured. “No matter what happens—don’t leave my side.”


    The warmth of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine.


    Ste’s heart skipped, and before she could think, she nodded.


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    The prosecutor’s words struck like a gavel, and Alonzo’sstyer ofposure crumbled.


    Alonzo stumbled back a step, his face drained of color, his hands trembling uncontrobly. With a quivering finger aimed at William, he spat out his fury, his eyes burning with hatred.<fncfd4> This content belongs to Find?Novel</fncfd4>


    “This is all because of you, William! For a woman, you’d bring ruin upon your own blood! You’re nothing but a traitor to this family!”


    William stood unshaken, his expression cold, only a fleeting shadow of frost passing through his gaze.


    His reply was even, steady, and cutting. “Uncle Alonzo, those who do wrong must one day face justice. Since when did being in the Briggs family mean you were free to break thew?”


    The Briggs family prided itself on a code of honor, yet Alonzo had betrayed it through his secret dealings. With Dexter powerless to uphold order, William had stepped forward to shoulder the responsibility.


    Two officers advanced without hesitation, snapping cuffs onto Alonzo’s wrists as he continued to spew bitter usations. Under the stunned stares of the crowd, they dragged him from the glittering hall, his fall from grace ying out before all.


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