Shannon’s expression shifted. She lowered her gaze, avoiding Hunter’s eyes, and looked past him


    to Liz.


    “Ms. Smith, I’m here to handle the follow–up for terminating my contract.”


    Liz nodded. “Alright. Come with me to the conference room.”


    Before Shannon arrived, Liz had already prepared all the necessary paperwork. In less than half an hour, everything was settled, and Shannon’s case was officially transferred to TH Law Firm.


    As she was about to leave, Shannon turned to Liz with a sincere expression. “Ms. Smith, I really appreciate everything you’ve done these past few weeks. And I’m sorry for changingwyers at a time like this. I hope you’ll forgive me.”


    “It’s fine. Just focus on preparing for your case. No matter what happens, I hope you win.”


    “Thank you.”


    Shannon’s eyes grew slightly red. She lowered her voice. “Then I’ll get going.”


    “Alright.”


    After she left, Liz filed the documents away and returned to her desk.


    Shannon’s case had been her main focus, and now that it was gone, along with several other cases intercepted midway by people Zac had sent, her days were mostly spent trying to find new clients.


    She opened yesterday’s conversations with a few potential clients and sent follow–up messages asking if they had made a decision. Every single one went unanswered.


    Leaning back in her chair, Liz let out a quiet sigh.


    In the past, clients had sought her out, eager for her to take their cases. Now, she was chasing leads and stilling up empty.


    But even without results, she had to keep trying. Otherwise, next month she might literally have nothing to live on.


    She spent the entire afternoon scouring the interne for leads, and before she knew it, it was already past six.


    It wasn’t until William called that she realized the time.


    “Sorry, I got caught up in work and lost track of time. Could you wait downstairs for five minutes?”


    “Sure. No rush. Take your time.”


    After hanging up, Liz shut down herputer, quickly tidied her desk, grabbed her coat and bag, and hurried toward the elevators.


    Hunter started to call after her, but when he saw the urgency in her stride, he decided against it.


    Downstairs, while waiting for Liz, William took a phone call.


    “Mr. Sanders, we’ll make our move tonight.”


    “Alright. Focus on hitting the face. Anywhere else doesn’t matter.”


    “Got it.”


    Ending the call, William lowered his phone and let a faint smile curl at the corner of his lips.


    A momentter, Liz stepped out of the building’s entrance.


    She wore a white wool coat over a gray–blue–and–white knit polo cardigan, paired with a gray pleated skirt. The look was elegant and poised.


    As she approached, William’s gaze softened.


    She opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. As the door closed, the faint scent of white tea filled the space, and William’s hand, which had been resting loosely on the steering wheel, tightened slightly.


    “Sorry. Have you been waiting long?” she asked while fastening her seatbelt.


    “Not at all. I called you as soon as I got downstairs,” William replied, starting the engine. “By the way, your car should be ready in about a week.”


    “Good to know. So, what kind of food do you like? I’ll look for a ce in the next few days.”


    “I’m fine with anything,” he said lightly, flicking on the turn signal.


    “Then I’ll pick somewhere myself.”


    “Alright.”


    Silence settled in the car. Liz lowered her head, focused on replying to messages on her phone.


    Catching glimpses of her from the corner of his eye, William spoke casually. “Have you been busy Lately? If Ie pick you up right after work, will it mess with your schedule?”