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    By the time Ste finished tidying up, it waste. She headed back to her room, exhausted.


    She hadn’t expected him to ask for noodles. Had he not eaten anything after she stormed off earlier?


    The next morning, William left early.


    Ste sat at the dining table, bracing herself for another breakfast full of vitamin-packed, vorless “health” food.


    But after a long wait, Karina never showed up.


    Instead, Tasha appeared with a warm te of sandwiches.


    Ste looked around, confused. “Tasha, where’s the nutritionist?”


    “She’s noting back,” Tasha replied lightly. “Mr. Briggs fired herst night.”


    Ste blinked. What? Already? Karina had been here less than a day.


    Tasha smiled knowingly. “You didn’t eat dinnerst night. After that, Mr. Briggs let her go. I guess… he cares about you more than you think.”


    Ste didn’t reply. She just sat there quietly, lost in thought, a strange mix of emotions churning beneath the surface.


    On the other side of town, Josie was busypiling everything Ste had sent her. Once she had it all organized, she picked up the phone and called Lance.


    When he received the files, Lance flipped through them with a frown slowly forming between his brows.


    These weren’t just notes or scraps. They were full-on project documents—confidential ones—directly tied to Briggs Group’s core interests.


    He had no idea how Ste had gotten her hands on them. But one thing was clear—it was dangerous. And she’d taken a serious risk.


    Whatever satisfaction he might’ve felt about getting intel on the enemy waspletely drowned out by worry for his sister.


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    “Lance,” Josie said quietly, “Stel went through a lot to get this to you. She hopes you’ll make the best use of it. Don’t let her down.”


    He nodded. “I know what to do. Thanks for sending these.”


    After the call ended, Lance sat in silence for a long while, the documents still spread out in front of him.


    Eventually, he picked up his phone again—and dialed Marc.


    No matter howplicated things were between them, one thing was clear—Ste trusted Marc now.


    And whether they liked it or not, if they were going to get her away from William, they’d need Marc’s help.


    Marc picked up immediately, and when he heard it was Lance, his eyes lit up.


    They metter that day in a private dining room at one of the Carter family’s restaurants. Lance brought the files in and ced them directly in Marc’s hands.


    Marc didn’t waste time flipping through them. His eyes widened as he scanned the pages.


    With this kind of intel, he could move ahead of William on key projects. Secure ground William hadn’t even touched yet.


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