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    Neil’s anger red as he noticed the receptionist hurrying upstairs.

    “Why the rush? Can’t anyone in thispany keep their cool?”

    His irritation was mixed with bewilderment, wondering who could have sent the legal notice. Though thepany was indeed facing difficulties, it hadn’t escted to a legal threat yet.

    The employee, clearly nervous and hesitant, handed him the notice.

    “Mr. Wheeler, this has just arrived.”

    The entirepany was aware of the pressure from Adams Group. The looming fear of potential bankruptcy weighed heavily on everyone.

    Vincent’s name carried significant weight among the employees.

    Neil’s expression turned grim as he grabbed the document and ripped open the packaging. His eyes widened with surprise as he read the contents. It was a divorcewsuit filed by Katelyn.

    She was dragging him to court, demanding a contested divorce.

    His gaze darkened, his voice barely audible through clenched teeth.

    “Katelyn!”

    The following day, at Katelyn’s ce, she had managed to finish two design themes after an all-nighter.

    Exhausted, she rubbed her sore neck.

    She hadn’t justpleted the designs—she had to ensure they were high-quality and done quickly, despite the tight deadline.

    After sending the files to Vincent, she was about to take a much-needed break when her phone rang unexpectedly. It was the police.

    Upon answering, she heard a formal tone from the other end.

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    “Miss Bailey, we’ve identified the suspect who took yourputer. Please visit the police station at your earliest convenience.”

    Katelyn’s face set into a serious expression instantly.

    “Alright, I’lle right now.”

    She made her way to the police station as quickly as she could.

    Even though she suspected that the person caught wasn’t the mastermind, the sight of an unfamiliar face still made her hesitant.

    The officer began, “This man is the one who took yourputer. The surveince footage from the repair shop supports his confession.”

    Katelyn, wearing aplex expression, asked sternly, “Did Neil Wheeler direct you to do this?”

    The suspect paused briefly before rapidly shaking his head. “I’m not familiar with anyone named Neil.”

    Katelyn moved toward him, her intense stare piercing through him.

    The suspect couldn’t maintain eye contact, his expression revealing his deep anxiety and fear.

    In a chilling tone, Katelyn pressed, “If Neil isn’t your boss, why steal myputer? Facing three years in prison, are you really ready to defend him?”

    Shock widened his eyes. He was speechless, his hands shaking, showing his inner conflict.

    The reality of potential prison time dawned on him unexpectedly.

    Katelyn watched him, her smile turning cold and mocking, her look growing more scornful.

    “Think hard—this is serious. Are three years locked away worth it for him? Or did he pay you off with enough to cover these years?”

    Her words struck him like daggers, digging deep into his soul.

    Fear flickered in his eyes. His hands trembled uncontrobly.

    Katelyn’s look became icier. She had sparked enough of a reaction. Now, she waited for his defenses to break down, hoping they would expose Neil.

    She was determined to uncover some damaging evidence against Neil.

    The suspect’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes nervously darting around.

    Katelyn remained quiet, watching him closely, expecting him to break at any moment.

    The nearby officer interjected, “This is the baseline. Given theputer’s value, the penalty could be harsher.”

    The suspect shook even more, his eyes shifting back and forth between Katelyn and the officer.

    Just as he seemed on the verge of breaking down, someone unexpected showed up at the police station.

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