Chapter 493

Chapter 493:
Spotting Stella with William instantly soured his mood.
Back on the cruise ship, Marc had finally gotten a chance to network with Jon, only to have Stella throw a wrench into everything. After that, Jon ignored every call and message Marc sent.
With the Walsh Group teetering on the edge, Marc found himself scrambling to find anyone willing to partner up.
While Marc was buried in stress, Stella looked like she was thriving, walking beside William without a care.
He watched Stella, a heavy mix of envy and regret welling up inside him. Leaving Marc had changed everything for Stella, and he couldn’t stand how much better off she seemed without him.
Marc couldn’t help but regret picking Haley and chasing quick rewards instead of holding on to Stella, but seeing how quickly she’d built a new life stung even more.
Frustration took hold, and Marc found himself trailing after Stella and William as they headed for dinner.
Marc followed them right up to the restaurant’s doors.
When William stepped outside to answer a phone call, Marc seized the moment and hurried over to Stella.
“Stel!”
That seemingly devoted and sorrowful tone made Stella’s patience run thin.
She couldn’t believe Marc was showing up again.
“Stel, just give me one more chance. I swear I mean it this time. If Doreen’s the problem, I’ll have her abort the baby and send her out of the country. She won’t get in our way anymore.”
Marc’s display of phony emotion made Stella want to laugh out loud. She remembered seeing Marc slip away to meet with Willow in secret on the ship.
Whatever Marc and Willow did back then, Stella was certain it was nothing good.
“Back on the cruise ship, you were cursing me in front of Mr. Warden. Now you’re here begging for forgiveness? What, did you develop a split personality or something?”
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One moment, Marc was badmouthing Stella. Next, he was chasing after her, hoping for another chance. If that wasn’t hypocritical, Stella didn’t know what was.
Embarrassment colored Marc’s cheeks. “Stel, I’m really sorry. Sometimes I say things I don’t mean, but you’ve always meant something to me!”
Stella couldn’t help but scoff. “If you cared at all, you wouldn’t have thought you could hide from meeting Willow. Did you forget the security cameras picked up everything?”
Marc froze, eyes wide, clearly stunned that Stella knew about his meeting with Willow. Panic flared across his face.
“It’s not what you think, Stel,” he blurted. “I saw her, yeah—but it wasn’t to set you up!”
Stella had zero interest in hearing his excuses. She flagged down a waiter without even looking at Marc. “I don’t know this guy, and he’s ruining my dinner. Can you get him out of here?”
The waiter hesitated. Marc was dressed sharply and didn’t exactly look like someone causing trouble. Still, he stepped in. “Sir, please leave.”
Marc felt heat rise in his face—anger, humiliation, the whole mix. But with the restaurant packed, making a scene would only make things worse. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep it together. Right then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
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