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“Here’s every ping and money transfer between your ount and that IP over the past three months. Want me to bring in a tech analyst to break it down in front of everyone? Or maybe you’d rather exin those chunky deposits showing up in your ount?”
William clearly wasn’t there to y dumb with her.
He’d seen Nina gunning for Ste since day one. At first, he’d chalked it up to petty rivalry. But now? It was clear—Nina had been out to ruin her. And he wasn’t about to let that happen.
The screen lit up with receipts—hard proof. Nina stared, speechless. Her body started to shake, and her face twisted in a mix of panic and disbelief.
How the hell did she leave such an obvious trail?
Ste stared too, stunned. After a long pause, she turned slowly to look up at William. He’d been investigating this the whole time—watching, waiting, letting Nina dig her own grave. Then he dropped the hammer when she least expected it. Smart. Ruthless. Effective.
William didn’t even nce Nina’s way. He turned back to the room, voice calm but cutting as ice. “We’ve found the real culprit. Sylvia was just a victim. Briggs Group will cover every cent of the institute’s losses. As for those behind this…”
His gaze shifted sharply back to Nina, who lookedpletely hollowed out. “They’ll be facing full legal consequences.”
The room went dead quiet. Then came a low hum of whispers—some shocked, others bitter. Nina’s crew, loyal to the end—but now? They just looked defeated. No one dared speak up. A few slumped back in their seats, frustrated but silent.
The rest of the room turned their eyes to Ste. Looks shifted—suspicion giving way to guilt. They’d all bought Nina’s story, no questions asked, and they’d treated Ste like she’d set the ce on fire. Now they knew better.
Ste met William’s gaze, her eyes misty with emotion. Grateful didn’t even begin to cover it. William always had her back when she needed it most. That nonsense Amon had been feeding her was pure garbage. William had never been a bystander—not for a second.
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As soon as the meeting adjourned, he casually slung an arm around Ste’s shoulders, guiding her out of the room with quiet authority. His voice dropped low, intimate. “Sorry for keeping you in the dark about the investigation. I wanted everything airtight before I made a move. But Nina jumped the gun—she tried to use the board to corner you.”
Ste shook her head gently, reaching for his arm. “Thank you, William.” Without him, she’d have been shredded by politics and spat out by the institute, her reputation nothing but ashes.
And he was apologizing to her? He didn’t owe her a damn thing.
They’d barely made it back to the office—still riding the high from Nina’s downfall—when the mood shifted. Luca entered with a serious expression and handed William a tablet without a word.
William took one nce at the screen. His expression turned thunderous—darker, even, than in the boardroom.
Ste’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it?” she asked, voice trembling. Something was wrong. Very wrong. She knew William too well. If it wasn’t serious, he wouldn’t look like the storm was about to break all over again.
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