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    “Hey, did you hear? William rushed out of the institute this morning. Still hasn’te back.”


    “I thought he left Choria already? Must be something urgent.”


    “Really? Must be really urgent for him to look anxious. I always thought nothing rattled that man.”


    Ste stayed quiet, listening.


    They filled their cups and left—silence returned.


    She took a long sip of water, eyes lowered. Wherever William had gone, it wasn’t her business. Not anymore. But one thing still gnawed at her—did he know what Finnegan did?


    By the end of the workday, there was still no reply.


    Fine. If she couldn’t count on William, she’d find answers herself.


    That evening, she hired a private investigator.


    Finnegan was arrogant, careless. The type who thought he was untouchable—and people like that always left cracks.


    By the next day, the results were in. Turns out, Finnegan was a regr at a club called Light Story. Ste’s eyes narrowed. A n was already forming. She shared the details with the team. “I’m going to confront Finnegan,” she said calmly. “If we’re lucky, he’ll slip up.”


    Sandra didn’t hesitate. “Sylvia, I’ming with you. I’m all in.”


    Jamir, ever the cautious one, frowned. “Isn’t that… risky?” Sandra shot him a look. “Got a better n?”


    He said nothing. The silence spoke for itself.


    Elbert finally spoke, steady and clear. “We go with Sylvia’s idea. Let’s try it. We’ve got nothing to lose now.”


    Ste nced at the clock. 8:30 PM. Not toote. They changed into casual clothes and headed out. They really hoped to find the answers they needed.


    Upon arriving at Light Story, Ste kept her expression casual as she approached the front desk. Under the pretext of applying for membership, she took the liberty to explore the ce.


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    Ste and the team strolled through the corridors, soaking in the opulent atmosphere. When they reached the second floor, a familiar voice rang out—loud, cocky, and unmistakable. “Come on, guys! Raise your sses!”


    Ste exchanged a nce with her team and then pointed to the room next door. “We’ll take this suite. Sign us up.” The server didn’t waste time and led them in.


    Once the door shut behind them, the team circled up. “So what now?” someone whispered.


    The soundproofing was good—too good. They couldn’t hear a thing from next door.


    Ste tapped her phone, lips tight. “We’ll need help.”


    She called Sharon. After a quick exnation, help was on the way. Minutester, a woman in a curve-hugging red dress knocked at their door. Her voice was low and smoky.


    “Ms. Mitchell sent me. What do you need?”


    Ste leaned in and exined the situation in hushed tones. The woman nodded with a smirk, flipped her hair, and left.


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