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    They had always been blinded by money. William couldn’t imagine ending up with someone who couldn’t see beyond a price tag.

    Ste pressed her lips together, but her voice was cool. “Still… you lived with her. Even shared a bed.”

    William looked down at Ste, dead serious. “Who told you I slept with her?”

    The question caught Ste off guard. “I mean… didn’t she stay at your ce back then?”

    They were all adults. If Willow had been staying over, it wasn’t a stretch to assume they weren’t exactly sleeping in separate rooms. Even if William kept things professional, Ste was sure Willow wasn’t.

    “She never spent the night,” William said tly. “If you saw her leaving in the mornings, it’s because she showed up at the crack of dawn.”

    Ste’s eyes widened.

    The crack of dawn?

    She left for work at eight, and Willow had been arriving even earlier than that—just to chase after William?

    William noticed the look of disbelief on her face. She had really thought he was involved with Willow. Did she actually see him as that kind of guy?

    “Ste, I’m not a yer. I don’t just sleep around.”

    She blinked. “I didn’t say you were. I was just curious, that’s all.”

    Right then, the elevator dinged open. Ste stepped out like she was trying to make a clean escape.

    William followed close behind, unlocked his apartment door, and motioned her in. “Come on. I’ll go grab the stuff from the bedroom.”

    Ste flopped down onto his familiar sofa, instantly sinking into itsfort. But her eyes swept over the cluttered coffee table and leftover dishes. She frowned slightly.

    She wandered into the open kitchen and spotted a pot of water still sitting on the stove—looked like pasta water.

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    Since Ste had moved out and the maid hadn’t beening around, was William really living off pasta?

    Talk about scraping by.

    Just then, William walked out with an armful of bedding and caught her standing in the kitchen, seemingly lost in thought.

    “You’re just eating pasta these days?” she asked.

    William’s expression soured. “It was ate-night snack. What’s wrong with that?” Nobody said a CEO had to eat steak every night.

    Fair point. Ste just thought it was kind of surprising. She didn’t say anything. She just took the stack of sheets, duvet cover, and a new silk quilt from his hands. “Thanks. I’m gonna go set up my room.”

    About an hourter, there was a knock at her door. Ste had just finished mopping and still had the handle in her hand when she opened it.

    William stood there,ptop in one hand. “So, what’s the n with the evidence against Shaun?”

    She had a whole drive full of the Smith Group’s internal files—there had to be something useful in there.

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