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    Luca did a quick check. “He’s headed to the airport. Looks like he’s trying to skip town. Must have gotten wind that the authorities are on to him.”


    William let out a low, coldugh. Trying to run, huh? “Stop him. If he boards that flight, you can clean out your desk at Briggs Group.”


    He hung up and hit the brakes hard in front of the police station. He unhooked his seatbelt and strode in without hesitation.


    Inside, Finnegan was mid-rant. “Officer, she attacked us! Look at me—my friends are covered in bruises, and she’s acting like nothing happened! You have to do something!”


    Ste crossed her arms and sneered. “I defended myself. Try again.”


    Finnegan’s jaw clenched. “Officer, you heard her. She’s not even sorry! Lock her up already!”


    At that moment, the steady sound of leather shoes against tile echoed through the hallway. A cold voice followed. “Who said she’s getting locked up?” said William.


    The whole room seemed to shift with his presence. Even Finnegan’s swagger faltered. He turned and forced a sneer. “Well, well. If it isn’t the almighty Mr. Briggs. No wonder Sylvia thinks she can get away with anything.”


    Ste scowled, but before she could reply, William’s phone rang.


    Luca.


    “Mr. Briggs, we’ve got him. Bringing him in now.” William’s expression didn’t shift.


    He looked straight at the officer. “I’d like to file a report. Sergio Moore—he’s been manipting the stock market. Millions in investor losses, all funneled back to him through fake trades. Fraud, right? Evidence is on the way.”


    Finnegan froze. The color drained from his face. “You’re bluffing,” he snapped, rising to his feet.


    William smiled coolly. “Am I?”


    Finnegan stepped in close, his voice low and venomous. “Do you really have to take it this far?”


    William let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at Finnegan like he was nothing more than a squashed bug under his shoe. “What goes aroundes around.” He turned to the officer. “She’s free to go, isn’t she?”


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    The officer nodded without hesitation.


    Without missing a beat, William slipped an arm around Ste’s shoulder and led her out. “It’s taken care of. Let’s go.”


    Behind them, Finnegan opened his mouth, likely to spew more nonsense, but the officers had already cuffed him and shoved him back down.


    William opened the car door for Ste, waited until she slid in, then shut it gently. As he rounded to the driver’s side, she just sat there, unmoving. He nced at her and chuckled. “What, waiting for me to buckle you in?” Snapping out of her daze, Ste met his gaze—teasing, warm—and hurriedly clicked her seatbelt into ce. “Just drive.”


    The car was quiet. She didn’t thank him. Didn’t say a word.


    At a red light, William nced sideways, his tone soft. “Are you upset?”


    Ste didn’t look at him. “Why would I be upset?”


    Finnegan was dealt with. Their team would get the championship back. The truth was out. Justice served. There was no reason to be upset. Right?


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