?Chapter 141:

    Lise attacked swiftly, catching Katelyn off guard. Katelyn repelled her, causing Lise to stagger back into the wall with a heavy thud.

    Katelyn, with her eyes shut, shook her head. When she opened them, her gaze was piercingly cold. “What’s in that spray bottle?” she demanded.

    Lise, struggling to rise from the ground and wincing from the pain in her back, forced a menacing smile.

    “If you don’t y nice with me, I might drag you down with me. Think you can me everything on me and be happy with Vincent? Keep dreaming,” Lise hissed.

    Katelyn’s stare grew increasingly icy.

    Though the spray hadn’t caused her any difort, and the liquid on her face didn’t seem unpleasant, it was unlikely that the contents were just water.

    “What’s in this?” Katelyn pondered, noting Lise’s animosity.

    As she advanced towards Lise, Katelyn’s escting hostility visibly unsettled her.

    Lise, visibly shaking, felt overwhelmed by Katelyn’s imposing aura, which reminded her of Neil’s oppressive presence.

    Katelyn’s voice was chilling.

    “I’ll ask you onest time. What’s in the bottle?”

    “You’ll find out soon enough,” Lise replied through clenched teeth.

    “You’re sealing your fate,” Katelyn retorted sharply. With a scoff, Katelyn snatched the spray from Lise’s hand and misted her own face with it.

    Lise shrieked, trying to shield herself, but Katelyn, overpowering her with one hand, kept her exposed. In that instant, Lise realized that her bold provocation of Katelyn had been foolhardy.

    Katelyn had outmatched her in both strength and wit.

    “You need to understand the consequences of your actions,” Katelyn dered as she continued to spray Lise repeatedly.

    Katelyn didn’t exhaust the spray entirely, nning to investigate its contentster.

    After Katelyn released her, Lise copsed to the floor, appearing enraged.

    Her makeup was smeared by the mysterious liquid, and her hair was disheveled. She looked like a spectral figure, filled with spite and rage.

    Lise’s expression was strained as she spoke each word deliberately,

    “Katelyn, I’ll never forgive you. Never!”

    Katelyn gazed down at Lise, her expression one of detachment mixed with a hint of sympathy.

    “I never intended to disrupt your rtionship, not after I decided to divorce Neil. You’re seeking vengeance against the wrong person. Neil is the problem, not me. He refuses to let me go. Consider this a warning. I’ll be lenient next time.”

    With that, Katelyn turned and left the room with determined steps. She had recovered from the betrayal on her own, and now, all she wanted was to distance herself from the pain.

    Lise and Neil were relentless in haunting her, and Katelyn knew that excessive kindness could invite perpetual mistreatment. This lesson was not lost on her.

    Upon Katelyn’s return to her seat, Vincent immediately noticed her distress.

    “You seem upset. What happened?” he inquired.

    “A lunatic was harassing me,” Katelyn replied, pulling the spray bottle from her bag. She carefully opened it to inspect its contents.

    The liquid was odorless and clear, suggesting nothing immediately suspicious about its nature.

    Realizing the need for analysis, she decided to send it for expert examination.

    Just as she was preparing to message for help, she noticed Neil ring at her with fury as he approached.

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