Chapter 890
Chapter 890:
Every instinct screamed at Stella, and her expression hardened like stone. “You know about your father’s organization, don’t you? Were those attacks and threats your doing?”
Stella stepped closer, closing the gap, her eyes locked on Amon’s face, searching for the slightest crack in his performance.
Amon’s brows lifted in mock offense, and he plastered on a wounded look. “If I had wanted you harmed, why bother saving you yesterday? Twice, at that. Do you really think I’ve got so much free time to waste?”
Amon’s posture shifted as he leaned against the doorframe, blinking slowly. The glint in his eyes grew more layered, and his voice carried a sudden weight. “I just hear whispers, nothing more. But I can tell you’re relentless about digging out the truth. Strange thing, though—I’ve got my own grudge against certain people in the Briggs family…”
His tone dipped into a near whisper, as if sharing a forbidden secret. “So what do you say, Stella? Join forces with me. I know far more than you realize—more than that man who’s too busy sealing deals to even answer your calls.”
The thought stopped her cold. Work with Amon?
Stella’s chest tightened. His proposal gleamed like a poisoned apple, enticing yet lethal.
Desperation clawed at her for information, and Amon dangled it freely. But partnering with him meant walking straight into fire—one false step, and she’d be scorched beyond repair.
Stella searched Amon’s gaze, hoping to catch a flicker of honesty, yet his eyes—sharp, mischievous, and unreadable—kept their secrets well hidden. Her voice cut through the tension, cold and unyielding. “Give me one reason to believe you.”
Amon’s grin spread, sly and self-assured, like a fox cornering its prey. “Because I’ve pulled you out of danger twice already. And right now, I’m the only one who can tell you the truth about the P73X ship.”
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Shock flashed across Stella’s face. He even knew about P73X.
Her certainty began to crumble just as the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
The elevator doors slid open and William walked out, his imposing height matched only by the rigid set of his jaw. The phone dangled in his hand as though he had just ended a call.
When William’s gaze lifted, it landed on Amon loitering at Stella’s doorway, standing far too close and gripping a bouquet of loud blue roses.
William froze where he stood, the blood leaving his face while his eyes hardened into shards of ice.
For a moment, the atmosphere pressed down with an uneasy weight, charged with a silence neither of them dared break.
Inside, Stella’s chest tightened as her heart seemed to plummet.
Rather than step back, Amon angled himself closer to Stella, as if determined to provoke, his lips curling into a sly grin meant only for William.
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