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    Katelyn’s gaze darkened instantly, filled with undisguised disgust at Neil’s presence. She was convinced that no good could evere from being near him.

    As she attempted to leave, Neil pursued her determinedly, his gaze sharp and focused on her.

    “Have you said something to Vincent to make him target mypany?” he demanded directly.

    Neil had mulled over their conflict during his approach, convinced that, despite theirpetitive business interactions, Vincent had no personal grudge against him—thus, he ced the me solely on Katelyn.

    With a stern expression, Katelyn retorted, “I’m not involved in any dispute with him.”

    Neil’s frustration was palpable as he bitterly used her, “If it weren’t for you, Vincent wouldn’t oppose me so suddenly. It seems you’re eager to harm me by aligning with any new man in your life.”

    Katelyn’s annoyance grew as she faced Neil’s unwarranted usations.

    In an attempt to distance herself, she stepped back, countering with evident irritation, “Can’t youprehend? You’ve offended Vincent. Address him directly instead of harassing me.”

    Neil, however, escted the confrontation by grabbing her wrist forcefully.

    “Let’s go. I will confront him directly,” he insisted, his grip firm and unyielding.

    Katelyn struggled in vain, the difference in their physical strength too apparent.

    “Release me!” she demanded sharply.

    “Take me to Vincent!”

    Neil’s defiance was palpable as he challenged,

    “Vincent—honorable. He’d face me himself instead of resorting to underhanded tactics.”

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    A sneer crossed Neil’s face, filled with contempt.

    “So, you think you’ve won a protector in Vincent? He is only using you as a pawn in his games against me.”

    Infuriated by his demeaning words, Katelyn’s response was swift and painful—she stepped hard on Neil’s foot, her heel driving a sharp pain through him as she exerted as much force as she could muster, expressing her anger physically for his relentless provocations.

    Neil’s face contorted with pain, and he reflexively let go.

    Katelyn quickly escaped his grasp, smoothed her hair, and suppressed her rising anger.

    “Watch how you speak. You can’t fault me for being harsh. Vincent is targeting you because of your own actions. I hope Wheeler Group copses,” she dered sharply.

    Neil, grimacing in pain, stared back at her with intense fury but said nothing.

    Katelyn looked at him, feeling a strong urge to distance herself further. She wondered how she could have ever felt affection for such a despicable person, criticizing herself for her past blindness.

    “Katelyn Bailey,” Neil muttered, not anticipating that Katelyn would openly curse hispany in his presence. She was too bold and presumptuous.

    Drawing a deep breath and fixing a hard stare on Katelyn, Neil warned, “If mypany suffers, I won’t let you off easy. We’ll go down together.”

    Katelyn scoffed, unbothered. “Whatever. Touch me again, and I’ll call the police.”

    As she turned to leave, Neil pursued her again, desperate to confront Vincent through her. He grabbed her briefcase in a bid to stop her, hissing, “You’re not going anywhere until I meet Vincent.”

    “Let go!” Katelyn demanded, pulling her briefcase away from him with a sharp tug.

    During their scuffle, her briefcase came unzipped, and herptop fell out, the screen still lit.

    A fleeting image shed across the screen before it went ck.

    Neil stared at the darkened screen, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over his face.

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