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    Her secretary stood respectfully behind her. “Ms. Smith, the Cohen Group has finalized the disassembly of the Walsh Group. The profits have already been distributed to our ounts.”


    Haley slowly twirled the wine in her ss, the crimson liquid reflecting the distant city lights. Her gaze appeared calm on the surface, yet tangled with emotions beneath.


    “I see,” she murmured.


    The exhration of revenge had faded quickly—what remained was a hollow ache she hadn’t anticipated.


    She had pictured Marc’s ruin countless times, imagined the rush of victory when he finally lost everything. She even paid investigators just to witness every step of his downfall with her own eyes.


    Yet now, watching him scrape by for survival, she felt no triumph. Only a strange emptiness that clung to her chest like fog.


    She unlocked her phone and paused at Ste’s name on her contacts list. Her thumb hovered there for a long moment… then slowly moved away. In the end, she put the phone down in silence.


    After a long silence, Haley lifted her gaze toward the secretary standing quietly before her. Her tone carried weight as she spoke. “Make the necessary arrangements. I’ll be leaving Choria soon and heading back to Achury. Make sure everything here is settled before I go.”


    The secretary gave a small nod before asking, “Do you want us to keep tracking Marc’s activities?”


    Haley’s thoughts drifted once more, but the question pulled her back.


    “There’s no need,” she replied coolly. “Let him do as he pleases. I don’t think I’ll ever step foot in Choria again.”


    Her years in this city had been heavier than any she had known. Maybe it was time to return to the ce where it all began. Marc and even Ste—both had been nothing more than fleeting figures in her life.


    On the morning she was set to fly back to Achury, Haley typed out a message to Ste. “I’m leaving Choria for good. Marc’spany has already been dissolved. He’s left with nothing now. Think of it as my final gift to you—our disputes end here. Goodbye.”


    Inside her office, Ste was deep in conversation with Steven about the uing quarter when the message appeared on her screen.


    She nced at it briefly and then set her phone back on the table, continuing her work.


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    Ste couldn’t be bothered about Haley’s return to Achury; whatever bad blood they had was long buried.


    Whether Haley stayed or left made no difference to Ste anymore. Their past grievances had long since faded. Since Haley had been born and raised in Achury, going back there seemed the right choice.


    Ste brushed the thought aside and turned her full attention back to the experiment before her.


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