Chapter 603

Chapter 603:
William gave it some thought. “If you take the legal route, yeah, that could work. But Alonzo’s no pushover. You signed that contract, and legally, that means you’re assumed to have read every word—fine print and all.”
Just like that, Stella’s hope deflated. Her shoulders sank.
If she couldn’t fight this head-on… what was left?
Even if she could somehow pull together five hundred million, what about the patent?
“Stella, are you giving up already?”
“I’ve always had the upper hand,” she muttered. “But this time… I’m the one in the wrong. Winning’s gonna be tough.”
She didn’t want to cave, but she was stuck—guilt, pressure, and frustration crowding her mind. She couldn’t see a way forward.
William’s voice cut through the fog. “Even if you made a mistake, that doesn’t mean you let them walk all over you. You’ve got the Nebula Group. You’ve got the Briggs Group. We’re behind you. Alonzo set you up—but no plan is flawless. You just have to trust yourself.”
That hit hard.
Aside from Sharon, no one had ever believed in her like that.
Back at the Walsh Group, every time the higher-ups shut down her proposals, Marc backed them without question.
Stella had always been the one to back down.
She’d never had a boss step up for her before. But now—even with a five-hundred-million-dollar penalty looming—William didn’t blame her.
Not even a little.
“So, what do we do?” she asked, her voice low.
Sharon, who had been listening in, was getting restless.
“Alonzo never mentioned the different material models when we signed. And the way he rushed everything? No way this was his first time pulling something like this.”
William knew his uncle too well. Alonzo had spent years overseas, and it wasn’t exactly easy surviving in that environment.
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For him to be thriving—and still have the gall to pull this shady stunt—he had to have done far worse abroad.
William had never bothered digging into Alonzo’s past before. But now that Stella was involved? That changed everything.
“I’ll have people check into his overseas dealings,” he said. “As for the patent… Marc’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t recognize a line of code if it hit him in the face. Stella, I know you’ve got him handled.”
He said it with a confident smirk—cool, assured, like he didn’t doubt her for a second.
She had gone up against Shaun and walked away with his company’s dirty laundry in hand. She could do it again.
Stella got it right away.
Marc wanted to see her fall flat on her face. But no way was she handing him that win.
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