Chapter 391

Chapter 391:
Inside the fancy club, a row of imported wine bottles was lined up in front of William, their glass catching the colorful lights and shining brightly—enough to make Steven’s heart skip a beat.
“What is this, a personal mission to get wasted?” Steven asked, half-alarmed, half-impressed.
William shot him a frosty glare and said nothing.
Steven took a sip of wine himself, then opened his tablet, casually flipping through files. “What happened this time? Let me guess—Sylvia again?” As far as Steven was concerned, when men drank like this, it was always because of one of two things—work or women.
And since William’s career was running smoothly, that only left one explanation: a woman.
Besides, this definitely wasn’t the first time William had shown up like this.
William tossed back another few gulps before finally speaking in a low voice. “She said… she doesn’t feel that way about me.”
That made Steven freeze mid-keystroke. His head snapped toward William, eyes practically lighting up. “Wait—seriously? Sylvia said that?”
William narrowed his eyes, instantly irritated by the amusement in Steven’s expression. “You look thrilled. Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
Steven quickly wiped the grin off his face, raising his hands defensively. “No, no—I’m on your side, man. I’m just… surprised. What made her say that?”
William scoffed bitterly. “How the hell should I know? Women are a puzzle, but Stella? She’s like the ocean—still on the surface, but ruthless beneath. He could never guess what was going on in her head.”
After hearing that, something clicked in Steven’s mind. “Hold on—aren’t you with Willow? Everyone around Choria seems convinced she’s going to be your wife someday.”
If that was the case, then Sylvia’s response made sense. No decent woman would want to play the other woman role knowingly.
William glanced his way but said nothing.
𝕋𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓
That only made Steven more curious. “Be honest—what do you really think about Willow?”
He nudged William’s arm teasingly. From what little he’d heard, Willow was more socialite than soulmate—was that really William’s kind of woman? But despite all the questions, William said nothing. He kept drinking, as if the alcohol could answer in his place.
In the end, Steven couldn’t tell who had driven William to the bottom of the bottle—Sylvia or Willow.
Over the next few days, William was noticeably absent from the research institute.
Stella vaguely remembered him saying he had some commitments lined up after Wednesday, so she figured he was probably tied up with work elsewhere, likely focused on a new project.
Before she knew it, Saturday had come around.
In the end, Stella chose not to tell Shaun anything about her plan to visit the victim’s family.
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