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    Then silence. She didn’t push him. Just waited.


    The pause stretched long before Marc finally spoke. “Fine. I’ll do it.”


    Nina’s voice perked up. “Great. Tomorrow, 10 a.m. Meet me by the cafe at East Lake. I’ll take you to see Amon.”


    Once the call ended, Nina’s expression shifted, calcting and focused.


    She’d already sent someone to track down Amon’s current address. And now, she was heading there herself.


    When he opened the door, Amon looked her over with thinly veiled contempt. “We’re not exactly friends, Ms. Carter.”


    Nina didn’t flinch. “Whether we’re acquainted or not doesn’t matter. I came here for one reason.” She leaned in, voice steady. “Do you want to bring down William and take over Briggs Group?”


    The question hung in the air. Amon didn’t answer right away, but something flickered in his eyes.


    Nina caught it. “I know you resent him,” she said. “Always living in his shadow. Let me help you fix that.” She pulled out a cafe business card and slipped it into his hand. “Tomorrow. 10 a.m. Be there.”


    Then she turned and walked off.


    She couldn’t stay too long. Lance was still suspicious, and if he found out she’d sought out Amon, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw her out of the family again.


    Amon had already been frustrated by his failed attempt to use Ste as leverage against William.


    He stood at the doorway, watching her disappear down the hall. She was careful.


    He looked down at the card in his hand and smirked before heading back inside.


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    It was just coffee. He had time.


    Meanwhile, Ste sat alone in the vi’s garden, her thoughts wandering.


    Autumn had arrived, and the flowers were fading.


    She stared quietly at the view, her emotions tangled. So many cases had crossed her desk—stories of betrayal and lies. And now, she was living one herself.


    For the longest time, she believed William was the one who hurt her most. That Marc had always loved her unconditionally.


    But Marc… had lied too.


    The question was—did he mean to? Or was it something he was forced into?


    Her eyes began to sting from staring too long. She blinked and looked away.


    As the sky dimmed and the garden dipped into dusk, her thoughts started to settle.


    If Marc had betrayed her, she needed to hear it from him directly.


    Even if William had told the truth this time, it didn’t erase the damage he’d done in the past.


    But right now, none of that mattered more than getting her freedom back. She couldn’t keep living like a prisoner. Everything else wouldeter.


    Footsteps approached the edge of the garden. A maid stood politely at the entrance. “Ms. Russell, dinner is ready.”


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