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    “Finished with your meeting, William? What timing, though it feels like the worst kind of luck.”


    From above, the hallway lights carved harsh lines across William’s face, throwing every edge of his grim features into stark relief.


    Ste’s pulse faltered, and she instinctively thought of retreating. Yet Amon lounged against the doorframe with casual defiance, positioning himself in a way that shielded her from William’s sight, almost giving the illusion of closeness.


    From where William stood, the scene resembled an embrace that turned his stomach.


    The edge in Amon’s voice carried a deliberate taunt, sharp enough to cut through the silence.


    Instead of firing back, William advanced with steady steps, and the weight of his presence pressed against them like a storm about to break.


    William’s eyes, dark and unyielding, brushed over Amon’s smug grin before resting on Ste, who looked embarrassed.


    Beneath the intensity of his stare, Ste felt her chest tighten. She parted her lips, desperate to rify. “William, I—”


    “It seems I’ve interrupted something,” said William, cutting her off.


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    Without sparing them another look, William spun on his heel, unlocked his door, and mmed it shut as if even a second longer in the hallway was intolerable. Ovee with panic, Ste shoved past Amon, determined to reach William and set things straight.


    Amon caught Ste’s wrist before she could move, his fingers tightening just enough to hold her in ce.


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    He leaned in with a mocking ease and whispered, “What’s the rush? He’s furious right now. The more you chase after him, the less he’ll listen. Give him time. And remember, our business isn’t finished.”


    The warmth of his breath brushed Ste’s ear, leaving behind a sticky, suffocating sensation.


    Ste wrenched her hand free and shot him a re, her eyes burning with disgust. “That’s enough. I don’t have any dealings with you. Now leave.”


    Amon only gave a careless shrug at Ste’s fury and stuffed the bouquet into her arms. “So heartless. At the very least, keep the flowers to lift your mood. As for the deal, don’t be too quick to refuse. You’ll see reason soon enough.”


    Amon’s gaze flicked toward William’s closed door, and the faint curve of his smile hinted at something unspoken. “He’s not the only one who can pull strings for you.”


    When it came to Ste’s adoptive parents, Amon carried knowledge William couldn’t touch.


    If Ste truly wanted to avenge them, joining forces with him seemed like the wiser path.


    And if she let the chance slip, the key evidence might vanish, leaving the truth hidden for years. Could she take that risk?


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