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    Haley leaned forward, her voice cutting through the air like ss. “I begged Ste to partner with me, you know. Again and again. Her answer? She never wants to see you again.”


    “Or anything connected to you ever again. Without thispany, you think she’d even spare you a nce?”


    When he heard Ste’s name, Marc’s mind filled with images of her pure affection.


    Marc was consumed by regret, sinking deeper into it with every passing breath.


    If the Walsh Group disappeared, so would thest trace of who he once was. Without it, he’d be nothing—and Ste would never even look his way again.


    Atst, his fingers quivered as he picked up the pen. After a long, hollow pause, he pressed it to the paper and signed his name on the acquisition agreement.


    Haley gathered the documents with a satisfied smile, her tone light but domineering. “Wise choice. The transition will be done in a week. After that, you’ll be the honorary president and a minor shareholder of the Walsh Group.”


    Without sparing Marc another nce, she walked out confidently, heels clicking like a victory march.


    But Marc’spromise didn’t buy him peace.


    Three days after the acquisition was finalized, as Marc was packing up his office, his assistant burst in, panic written all over his face.


    “Mr. Walsh! Haley is in talks with an overseas investment firm. She’s preparing to sell the Walsh Group entirely!”


    Marc’s blood ran cold. He stormed straight into Haley’s office, ignoring the secretary and mming the door open.


    “Are you selling the Walsh Group to a foreign corporation?” His voice wasced with fury and disbelief.


    Haley was calmly reviewing a contract, not even ncing his way. “News travels fast. The Cohen Group is offering one billion. Why would I refuse?”


    Marc’s breath caught. “The Cohen Group? They’re vultures! They gutpanies and sell them for parts! They don’t build—they destroy!”


    Haley finally looked up, eyes glinting with cruelty. “And what does that have to do with me? I own every share. I can sell to anyone I please. If the Walsh Group is worth more in pieces than as a whole, why should I keep it alive? A billion is a billion.”


    Marc mmed his palms on her desk. Rage pulsed through him. “Haley, you can’t do this! The Walsh Group is my entire life! You promised you wouldn’t sell it! You can’t hand it over to the Cohen Group!”


    He clung to his honorary president title, but if thepany was gone, the title meant nothing—just an empty name.


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    Haley rose from her seat, her expression ice-cold. “Don’t get sentimental. After the sale, the Cohen Group will pay out your five percent in cash.”


    “I don’t want money!” Marc roared. “I want the Walsh Group to stay intact!”


    Haley’s patience snapped. “Marc, who are you to demand anything? If I hadn’t shown mercy out of nostalgia, you wouldn’t even get a penny right now!”


    Marc’s anger crumbled into desperation. He swallowed hard, lowering his voice. “Haley… I know I wronged you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Please, for what we once had, don’t sell the Walsh Group. If it’s marriage you want, I’ll marry you this instant!”


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