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    Katelyn emerged from the police station, frustration evident in her eyes after making her statement. The loss of herputer paled inparison to the daunting task of redoing all her previous design work. With the project deadline looming, she faced the prospect of starting over, feeling the immense pressure of time.

    Although she suspected who had orchestrated the theft, shecked proof. Her frustration mounting, Katelyn massaged her forehead and called Vincent.

    He picked up immediately. In a weary voice, she exined, “Mr. Adams, there’s a problem. The designs I had arepromised. I’ll stay up tonight to create two new themes and send them to you.”

    Vincent’s voice carried warmth as he asked, “What exactly happened?”

    “Theptop with all the designs was stolen, possibly by others beforehand by now,” Katelyn exined, her voice hard with determination. “But I assure you, I’ll have everything ready by the deadline.”

    Vincent rose, his gaze intensifying with concern. “Neil?”

    Katelyn, starting her car, responded, “I’ve reported it to the police. They’re investigating, but no solid evidence yet.”

    “Just calling to keep you informed. I’m heading home to work right now,” she added.

    “Understood,” Vincent replied gravely.

    Upon ending the call, Vincent’s expression turned grim, his cold fury rising. Neil must have found something.

    Vincent believed he had been lenient with Wheeler Group in the past.

    Katelyn reached home in thirty minutes and immediately set up herputer to begin work anew.

    She faced the grueling task of creating at least thirty new designs every day.

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    To ensure theunch went smoothly and without hints of giarism, she had topletely overhaul her previous high-quality designs, a process she found profoundly stressful.

    While Katelyn concentrated on her sketches, her phone began to ring.

    Seeing Neil’s name sh on the caller ID, she quickly declined the call with a sense of disdain. Despite her rejection, Neil kept calling repeatedly. Overwhelmed with frustration, Katelyn’s patience was wearing thin.

    Frustrated, Katelyn eventually turned her phone off, choosing to focus on her immediate tasks rather than entertain distractions from Neil.

    Meanwhile, Neil’s demeanor darkened as Katelyn ignored his repeated attempts to contact her.

    Determined more than ever, he resolved to confront Katelyn in person.

    As Neil was about to leave his office, grabbing his car keys, his assistant rushed to him, looking anxious.

    “Mr. Wheeler, there is another problem,” his assistant announced, visibly shaken.

    Exhausted by the relentless negative updates, Neil responded with visible irritation,

    “What is it now?”

    The assistant, almost quivering, handed over a set of documents that had just arrived.

    “It’s the partners—we’ve lost several who we’d reduced rates for. Our funding is critically low now…” His voice faded to a whisper.

    Neil’spany had cut their profits to secure these deals, benefiting greatly at the time.

    While the Adams Group was an obvious threat, some firms were still willing to take risks. But now, they had also withdrawn their support—clearly a maneuver influenced by Vincent.

    A fire lit in Neil’s eyes, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

    “Then let’s find new partners. Vincent can’t possibly have a hold over everyone.”

    Vincent had assured him there would be no interference with Wheeler Group for a week.

    Why, then, had Vincent escted his efforts so abruptly?

    Was Katelyn the reason?

    Lost in his thoughts, Neil was startled by urgent knocking at his door.

    “Mr. Wheeler, you’ve just been served a legal notice,” came the rming call from outside.

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