Chapter 940:


    Amon scoffed, casually rattling his cuffs like he was just stretching. “Wow, no warm-up? No coffee, no…”


    “Handshake?” Heughed under his breath. “Even if I knew anything, why the hell would I tell you?”


    Then his eyes slid over to Ste. His smile shifted—turned slower, creepier, like oil slick on water.


    “But her?” he said, nodding toward her. “If she’s the one asking… I might just be tempted to share a few secrets.” His voice dropped, thick with slimy charm. “Of course, I like my conversations private. No third wheels, if you catch my drift.”


    Amon couldn’t have made it clearer—he wanted a private chat with Ste, no William tagging along.


    “Are you out of your damn mind?” William snapped, mming his palm down on the table in front of Amon. The crash echoed through the basement like a thunderp.


    Ste grabbed his arm, holding him back as she gave Amon a quick once-over—still chained up and acting smug as hell—before turning to William, voice steady. “William. Step out. I’ve got this.”


    William’s eyes red with protest, jaw tight. “Stel, no way in hell.”


    She shot him a look, calm but firm. “He’s not going anywhere. He’s locked up tighter than a bank vault. If he wants to talk, fine—I’ll hear him out. I want to know what he has to say.”


    Amon raised an eyebrow and sent William a smug little smirk, like he was saying, “See? She’s willing to talk with me.”


    William’s re locked onto Amon like he could set him on fire with his eyes. Then, jaw clenched, he turned and stormed out, mming the door behind him with a heavy thud.


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    The silence in the basement settled in, thick and heavy around them in the dim light.


    Ste dropped into the chair across from him, fixing him with an ice-cold stare. “Alright. It’s just us. Start talking.”


    Amon looked her over, tongue running over his lips before he spoke, slow and taunting. “Ste Russell… or should I say, Sylvia Gilbert? Which name do you prefer?”


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    He continued, “Your mother has been dead for so many years. By opposing me now, are you aiming to follow in her footsteps?”


    “What the hell are you getting at?” she snapped, tension ring in her voice.


    Amon just grinned, sharp and nasty. “Took years to confirm you were her daughter. Real pain in the ass, honestly.”


    Hisughter rang with malice—cold and smug—eyes boring into her with dark amusement.


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