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    The sobs started next. Quiet, shaky. Just the smallest hitch in her breath between sips. No one really noticed—except two people.


    William. And Fred.


    Fred had been eyeing her from across the room for a while now. Watching. Waiting. William didn’t move, didn’t look her way again. So Fred finally made up his mind. Drink in hand, he stood to approach her.


    But one look from William—barely a nce—froze him in ce. There was something lethal in that look. Fred blinked, startled, and slowly sat back down, heart hammering. He set his ss down like it had betrayed him.


    William hadn’t said a word. He didn’t have to.


    Even when he ignored her, his territory was still marked.


    Ste reached for another drink, but her stomach lurched violently.


    She barely managed to p a hand over her mouth before the nausea hit. Everything spun.


    She pushed off the sofa, stumbling to her feet. Her knee clipped the edge of the coffee table with a dull thud, but she didn’t even flinch.


    She just shoved open the door and disappeared into the hallway.


    For a few seconds, no one moved. Then, slowly, all eyes shifted to William.


    She was his guest. And now she’d stormed off mid-drink. Would he snap?


    Fred shot him a cautious nce, trying to act concerned. “Mr. Briggs… is Ms. Russell alright? Should I go check on her?”


    The fake concern was paper-thin. Everyone could see the real intent beneath it.


    William didn’t answer right away. He just crushed the cigar into the ashtray with a sharp, final motion.


    Then he stood. The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.


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    He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. “Get out.”


    Fred and the others took a moment to react, silently staring at him.


    “I said get out.” William’s voice was cold enough to slice through ss.


    He nced up, eyes dark and burning. “All of you. Now.”


    The room went still. No one dared breathe too loudly, let alone speak. Then chairs scraped, feet moved. Everyone scattered, filing out without a word.


    Within seconds, the once-lively room emptied, the door clicking shut behind thest man. Only William remained.


    He stood there for a moment, still as stone, then finally turned and walked out—heading straight for the ce he already knew she’d be.


    The restroom.


    The sharp, uncontroble sound of retching bounced off the restroom walls. William paused outside the door, hesitated just a second, then pushed it open and stepped inside.


    It waste, and the club had mostly emptied out. The restroom held only Ste.


    William yanked at his tie, a fresh wave of anger ring up for no clear reason.


    He couldn’t pin down exactly why he was so pissed. Was it Fred pawing at her all night, or the dead look on her face that got under his skin? He had no idea.


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