?Chapter 1325:


    At Briggs Group, in William’s office…


    Steven walked in with a file in hand, his expression unreadable. He ced it on the desk and spoke evenly. “Fred Turner’s situation ispletely wrapped up. That was… fast.”


    William didn’t look up. He was still scanning live financial reports on his screen. “He deserved it,” he said coolly.


    Steven crossed his arms and leaned against the desk, watching him. “Sure, Fred was shady. Taking him down wasn’t hard. But why now?” His voice dropped slightly. “What pushed you to bury him overnight?”


    They both knew the business world wasn’t clean. More than half the people in the industry wouldn’t pass a legal sniff test. William had gone drinking with Fred. Laughed with him. Signed papers. Then flipped a switch and dismantled him.


    Steven could only think of one reason. Ste.


    William’s hand paused on the mouse. Just for a second. Then he clicked again like nothing happened and looked up, his eyes cold. “Since when did you start caring so much? I just didn’t like the guy.”


    “Right,” Steven said tly, clearly not buying it.


    He leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Look, I get it. If you really cared—if watching her get cornered like thatst night actually bothered you—then why did you throw her in the fire in the first ce? And now this? Take her down, then swoop in like some savior? That’s twisted.”


    William didn’t flinch.


    Steven kept going. “If you still give a damn, talk to her. Face it. Fix it. What’s the point of ying games until she hates you so much there’s noing back?”


    Thatnded. William suddenly stood, his chair scraping back as the pressure in the room changed. His gaze locked onto Steven like a loaded weapon. “My personal life isn’t up for discussion,” he said, voice low. “Get out.”


    Same old line.


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    Steven stared at him, recognizing the shift. William’s mask hadn’t cracked—but something inside had. He could see it. Anger. Guilt. All tangled together, shoved down where no one could reach it.


    He didn’t know what exactly happened in that private roomst night. But judging by how Fred had been punished, he was willing to bet the worst hadn’t happened. If it had… William wouldn’t have settled for this.


    Watching him stand there, pretending none of it mattered, Steven exhaled slowly. “You keep saying it’s nothing,” he said quietly. “But are you really being honest with yourself? William… do you hate her?” A pause. “Or is it just that you can’t let her go?”


    William didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled his gaze away with a cold, dismissive air, as though Steven weren’t even in the room.


    Seeing his refusal to speak, Steven realized there was no point in pushing further. He gave William a long, meaningful look, shook his head, and walked out of the office.


    Once the door shut behind him, William roughly tugged at his necktie and let out a heavy breath.


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