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    There was no reason for William to join the stream. A man of his stature shouldn’t have to involve himself in something so petty. Luca could have taken care of it.


    William reached over, brushing his fingers lightly through Ste’s hair. “I gave you my word that I’d protect you. By stepping forward today, I made sure no one will dare spread another lie about you.”


    Now that the world knew Ste had William’s support, no one in Choria would risk siding with Marc or his family. That had been his true aim all along.


    Ste lowered her eyes, keeping silent.


    Meanwhile, across the city, Haley watched the rey of the live stream, a smirk tugging at her lips.


    Her n for revenge was moving perfectly ording to schedule.


    Even if Ste refused to join forces with her, Marc and that foolish mother of his would keep pushing her until she had no choice but to take Haley’s side.


    After the debacle online, Marc looked utterly ruined.


    He shut himself inside his office, the heavy curtains sealing out all light while theputer screen shed red with falling stock numbers. Calls from the bank poured in one after another.


    He’d already been shunned by potential partners before, but now the istion had be absolute.


    The office door rattled again and again, each knock bringing nothing but grim tidings.


    “Mr. Walsh, Rico Group just sent word. They’re pulling out of the deal—maybe next quarter, they said. The bank’s also demanding full repayment of your previous loan within three days. And about this month’s sries…”


    Every word only deepened Marc’s frustration, piling up without offering any solution.


    Her voice became a distant hum in his ears. Marc couldn’t take in a single thing anymore.


    He slumped into his leather chair, eyes fixed nkly on the glittering chandelier above.


    The once-powerful Walsh Group now stood on the edge of ruin, right under hismand.


    He had built it from the ground up, fought through its struggles, and celebrated its triumphs. Was all of it really about to vanish into nothing?


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    Marc couldn’te to terms with it, yet the constant flood of online attacks against him and Jazlyn left him exhausted and worn down.


    He had neither the strength nor the funds to silence the raging storm online, not even for a brief moment.


    After the live stream debacle, Jazlyn had locked herself inside the family estate, refusing to meet anyone.


    Onlyter did Marc realize how cruel he’d been that day. He went to see her, hoping to calm her down, telling her not to care about what people said online. But she wouldn’t open the door. Her voice, sharp and cold, came from the other side—she had no son, she said, and he should go find Ste instead.


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