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    He continued this self-destructive pattern repeatedly until the bartender’s features began swimming and blurring before his eyes.


    At that moment, two figures descended the staircase from the second floor,ughing and chatting.


    “Mr. Briggs, you’re undoubtedly the most visionary entrepreneur I’ve had the privilege of encountering. Under your exceptional leadership, the Briggs Group is sure to thrive. I look forward to coborating!”


    Mr. Hanson extended his hand toward William with enthusiasm, his entire face illuminated by a warm, genuine smile.


    William sped his hand firmly and returned the smile with equal warmth, graciously offering to arrange transportation back to Mr. Hanson’s hotel.


    The two men interacted like longtime friends reuniting after years apart, their conversation flowing effortlessly with natural ease and mutual respect, a stark contrast to Marc’s tense meeting with Mr. Hanson.


    Marc caught the sound of a familiar voice and lifted his gaze toward the stairwell that descended from the second floor. The moment he spotted the two figures making their way down while chatting andughing together, confusion and white-hot anger flooded his eyes in equal measure.


    No wonder Mr. Hanson had been so eager to leave the moment Marc opened his mouth, citing some vague excuse about having other pressing matters to handle.


    It turned out the man hade here specifically to meet with William!


    Right from the start, Mr. Hanson must have alreadymitted to coborating with William, and judging by their easy rapport, the two had clearly known each other for quite some time.


    Mr. Hanson agreeing to meet with him today had probably been nothing more than an borate charade—a game designed to string him along—and there was an excellent chance that William himself had orchestrated the entire humiliating performance.


    All of it engineered for the sole purpose of watching him make aplete fool of himself.


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    Marc remained nted on his barstool, too far away to catch what the two men were discussing, but their easy smiles pierced him like daggers to the chest, sending a dangerous surge of blood pounding straight to his head.


    Finally, when he could no longer bear to sit there and watch, he mmed his ss down hard on the bar and charged toward them.


    “William, what the hell is this supposed to mean? Stabbing me in the back with your dirty tricks? Is that really all you’re capable of?”


    The instant William registered Marc’s sudden appearance, the smile vanishedpletely from his face.


    Mr. Hanson turned to stare at Marc with clear bewilderment written across his features. “Mr. Walsh, what are you doing here?”


    Marc’s lip curled into a sneer. “Stop with the act! If you’d already decided to partner with the Briggs Group, why waste your time meeting with me just to humiliate me on purpose? You two are nothing but a pair of backstabbing snakes!”


    Too drunk and too furious to exercise any sort of control, Marc hadpletely lost track of what was spilling out of his mouth.


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