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    As the image sharpened, William’s breath caught the instant he recognized the face.


    Jewell nced at him. “Do you know this person?”


    William let out a short snort—confirmation without words.


    Curiosity ring, Jewell asked, “How do you know Ste’s junior? Have you met before?”


    William strode out of the room, as if he already knew exactly where to go.


    Jewell hurried after him. “Say something! You’re driving me crazy here.”


    Just as they reached the hospital entrance, William’s phone buzzed.


    He looked at Jewell and said, each word deliberate, “I know him. He’s not Ste’s junior—he’s my cousin, Amon.”


    Jewell froze, stunned. “Your cousin?”


    William had never felt much warmth toward Amon. If not for the fact that Amon had once been part of Erebus, they would have barely spoken at all.


    Now that Amon had taken Ste away, William couldn’t guess what he wanted.


    Jewell fell silent for a moment, then studied him with worry. “William, what are you going to do now? You’re not just going to let Ste go, right?”


    William narrowed his eyes. There was no chance he would let Amon walk off with what belonged to him.


    He dialed Luca. “Check the surveince and find the moment Amon took Ste out of the hospital.”


    As long as Amon had driven away, they should be able to trace his path on camera.


    Back at thepany, Luca frowned in confusion. Amon? Hadn’t Amon gone abroad and vanished without a trace?


    Ste stirred awake some time after Amon had taken her.


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    She realized almost at once that she was no longer trapped in a cramped car. Instead, shey in what looked like a fairy-tale princess bedroom.


    Unlike the cool, restrained decor of William’s vi, this room was drenched in soft pink, every detail delicate and ornamental, with a grand canopy bed that looked fit for royalty.


    She could have believed she wasn’t truly abducted if it weren’t for the clear memories before she passed out.


    She was still struggling to sort through her thoughts when the bedroom door swung open and Amon walked in, dressed in a well-tailored gray suit.


    When his gazended on her open eyes, aplicated expression flickered across his face.


    “Ms. Russell, it’s been a long time,” he said, his voice light.


    Ste frowned slightly and instinctively shifted backward, inching away from him.


    His smile never faltered, yet something was unsettling beneath it, as though he could drive a knife into her ribs while wearing that same pleasant grin.


    “I don’t know you,” she replied coldly. “You’ve got the wrong person.”


    Her back pressed firmly against the headboard as she kept her guard up, refusing to rx even for a moment.


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