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    Below on the tarmac, a line of cars waited, specifically arranged to transport William and his group. Several uniformed police officers stood beside the vehicles, their postures rigid and official. Bodyguards escorted Marc and Nina down the airstairs, and terror flooded both their faces the moment they spotted the waiting officers.


    The airfield stretched vast and open around them, offering no escape routes, no shadows to hide in. They could only watch helplessly as hands guided them toward the waiting police vehicles. Their expressions diverged sharply as officers ushered them forward. Nina lifted her chin high, refusing to disy even a flicker of weakness. Her rended on William and Ste with vicious intensity, her red-rimmed eyes overflowing with pure, concentrated hatred.


    Marc, by contrast, had grown so weak his legs barely supported his weight. Officers practically dragged him into the vehicle, his body offering little resistance. Even as the police car doors swung shut, his gaze remained fixed on Ste, clinging to her image.


    Yet Ste’s attention belonged entirely to William, who stood distant and unreachable before her. She remainedpletely oblivious to Marc watching from inside the vehicle.


    Crushing despair wrung a lowugh from somewhere deep in Marc’s chest — he couldn’t tell if he was mocking himself or Nina seated beside him. Fate had ced them side by side in the same car.


    The sound of hisughter convinced Nina he’d finally lost whatever remained of his sanity.


    “Marc, your ipetence led William straight to us. No wonder Ste never loved you.”


    Words like those would have cut Marc to the bone weeks ago, but now they barely registered as background noise. Hisughter died abruptly as he turned toward her. “Aren’t you equally useless? Arlo handed you every advantage imaginable, and you still ended up in William’s hands. We’re not so different when you really look at it.”


    Nina’s re turned poisonous, her response firing back on pure instinct. “You’re delusional! I’m nothing like you — don’t you darepare me to your pathetic kind!”


    Marc lifted his shoulders in a careless shrug. “Deny it all you want, but we’re both heading to the same cell, Nina. ept reality — you were never a match for Ste. You were always destined to lose.”


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    Nina ground her teeth together, preparing another venomous response, but the police officer in the front seat cut through with a sternmand to silence them both.


    Outside the vehicle, William exchanged several clipped words with themanding officer before turning and striding toward the ck Maybach positioned at the front of the convoy.


    “William, wait for me!”


    The words burst from Ste before she could stop them, and she broke into a hurried stride to catch up. William’s hand stilled on the car door handle, but he didn’t turn around.


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