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    Thepliment drew a faint smile from Ste. “It’s not really my credit. Jeff’s naturally bright and hardworking.”


    The three continued chatting pleasantly, and Ste didn’t think much more about Jeff’s absence—until her phone vibrated. She nced at the screen. A message from an unknown number.


    “Come to the auditorium alone. I’m waiting for you, cousin-inw!”


    Cousin-inw?


    Ste’s expression tightened. She didn’t need to guess. Amon.


    Her stomach knotted with unease. If Amon was back, Jeff might be in danger again.


    She quickly excused herself, telling Professor Taylor she needed to step away for a moment. William was still deep in conversation with other investors.


    Ste nced his way, hesitated, then turned toward the auditorium.


    She had barely taken a few steps when quick footsteps echoed behind her. “Stel, where are you going?” William called.


    The text’s warninge alone—shed through her mind. Ste instinctively wanted to shake her head, to brush it off with an excuse. But before she could speak, William’s voice cut in, calm yet firm. “Stel, we promised not to hide things from each other.”


    His words stopped her mid-breath. After a brief pause, she gave in. “It seems Amon has taken Jeff. He’s in the auditorium and wants me toe by myself.”


    Shock flickered across William’s face. Amon was supposed to be abroad—how could he be back now?


    “I’m going with you.”


    There was no room for argument. He took her arm, and together they hurried toward the auditorium.


    The moment they stepped inside, silence pressed down on them like a weight. Ste pushed open the door—and froze.


    William followed her gaze, his pulse spiking.


    Jeff was tied to a chair, two men in ck standing guard beside him. Off to the side, Amon lounged casually, watching the scene with a smirk that sent a chill down her spine.


    Ste’s stomach twisted. She and William moved forward, her expression tight with worry.


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    When they reached Amon, she spoke, her voice low but steady. “Let him go. I’m the one you want.”


    Amon’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “I told you toe alone. Breaking the rules already?”


    He gesturedzily toward the stage. One of the men stepped forward and brought a metal rod down hard on Jeff’s finger.


    A muffled cry escaped Jeff’s gagged mouth, his forehead slick with sweat.


    Ste’s anger red. “What gives you the right to hurt him, Amon? Have youpletely lost it?”


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