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    Neil’s voice was deep andmanding.

    He wasn’t just enraged by Vincent’s methods—he harbored a bitter disdain for his ipetence. If only he had the power to elevate the Wheeler Group to the level of the Adams Group, he wouldn’t be the one suffering under the weight of defeat today.

    In the past, Neil’s confidence had been unshakable. Hispany, standing proudly as the secondrgest in Granville, was only a step behind the Adams Group. There were even moments when he could pry business away from Vincent’s clutches.

    It wasn’t until today that he fully grasped just how vast the chasm between first and second ce truly was.

    Katelyn caught every flicker of anger and reproach in his eyes.

    As she observed Neil, her brow furrowed. The veins in his arms pulsed with fury, and a spark of doubt flickered in her mind.

    If Neil had really been behind this cyber-attack, he would have known why Vincent had taken action against him. He wouldn’t have stormed into the Adams Group building to confront Vincent like this.

    It didn’t feel like he was putting on an act.

    Could he be pulling the strings? Was the real n to pit the two top groups against each other?

    Katelyn’s thoughts spiraled as she considered the possibilities, oblivious to Jaxen, who had quietly approached. His eyebrows arched, and curiosity gleamed in his eyes as he observed her.

    “Is this your clueless ex-husband?”

    His words struck Katelyn as oddly amusing, brightening her previously somber mood.

    She let a knowing smile y on her lips and replied, “Actually, it’s me who is really clueless. How else could I mistake garbage for gold?”

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    Jaxen rubbed his chin thoughtfully, shifting his gaze between Katelyn and Neil before finally locking his eyes on Vincent.

    After closely watching the three of them, he delivered his assessment with clear authority.

    “You really are clueless,” he said, his tone both surprised and critical. “This man doesn’t evenpare to Vincent. Why didn’t you choose Vincent back then?”

    The more Jaxen considered it, the more it seemed like a reasonable thought.

    Katelyn, as a designer, had a solid career, earned well, and was undeniably attractive.

    On the other hand, the Adams family wasn’t old-school like most other rich families. Their only concern was whether Vincent had feelings for the woman he was marrying. If he did, they would ept her without hesitation.

    Jaxen, sharp-eyed and perceptive, noticed that Vincent had developed a soft spot for Katelyn, though Vincent himself seemed oblivious to it.

    Jaxen’s words left Katelyn momentarily dumbfounded. She found herself at a loss, unsure how to respond to the unexpected shift in topics.

    After a long pause, Katelyn decided to stay quiet, pretending she hadn’t heard anything.

    Meanwhile, Vincent and Neil had overheard every word of their conversation.

    Vincent nced at Neil, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows, though his expression remainedposed.

    “Why not ask yourself what you’ve done first? You seriously don’t know why I’m targeting you?”

    Vincent couldn’t help but wonder why Neil hade here to cause trouble.

    This time, he went after the Wheeler Group to send a clear message—if Neil dared to step out of line again, tomorrow’s headlines in Granville would announce the Wheeler Group’s bankruptcy.

    Neil’s eyes tightened as he caught onto something. Just a moment ago, both Katelyn and Vincent had pointed the finger at him, insisting it was all his fault.

    Neil paused, thinking it over, and eventually, his tone softened.

    “Mr. Adams, I’m not sure what I’ve done to upset you. Could you tell me?”

    Vincent stared at him as he casually slipped one hand into his pocket.

    “Mypany’swork has been under attack recently, and thest signal we traced came from yourpany.”

    Neil’s face immediately darkened, his eyes narrowing with a chill.

    “That’s impossible,” he responded sharply. “I never even thought of attacking the Adams Group like that.”

    He had loaned money to Lisa previously, and now thepany was teetering on the brink of copse. Challenging the Adams Group at this critical juncture would be nothing short of suicidal.

    Vincent’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing to thin slits as a menacing toneced his words.

    “Are you suggesting I falsely used you?”

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