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    Vincent’s eyes gleamed with clear admiration.

    He had been watching the live stream intently since the moment Katelyn stepped onto the stage.

    Katelyn remained calm the entire time, never letting the online rumors affect her. Every word she spoke hit the mark perfectly.

    Even if the press conference video was chopped into countless clips and shared online, her clear words would still tell the full story.

    Katelyn casually pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and natural.

    “Thank you, Mr. Adams, for thepliment,” she said with easy grace.

    Vincent, ever the gentleman, swung the car door open for her.

    “Let’s get in the car first,” he said.

    Katelyn nodded, and as soon as she was seated, she grabbed her phone to check the trends.

    Just as she expected, her speech was already all over the inte.

    Here and there, posts popped up questioning and condemning Neil.

    Each post racked up millions of views, far outshining the attention Neil’s own press conference had received.

    Katelyn had timed her press conference wlessly. Neil’s earlier spotlight on the issue had unwittingly drawn attention right where she wanted it.

    When she stepped outside to address the confusion, the reversal hit even harder.

    After scanning thements briefly, Katelyn snapped her phone shut.

    She turned to Vincent, who sat beside her. “If I had nned the press conference for tomorrow, the impact might have been even stronger.”

    That had been her initial thought—letting the situation sit for a while and waiting for public opinion to reach its peak.

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    Her focus had shifted entirely to the pressing demands of her work. With her time and energy stretched thin, she couldn’t afford to squander them on trivial concerns.

    Vincent gave a thoughtful nod, his voice steady and reassuring.

    “You can amplify this impact significantly by investing a bit of money,” he said, his tone measured and confident. “It’s like achieving double the results with half the effort.”

    Katelyn’s lips curled into a pleased smile as she rxed into her chair, her bodynguage radiating contentment. But in her mind, echoes of the harsh criticisms fromizens about the Wheeler Group persisted—relentless and biting.

    At that moment, Neil’s predicament seemed like a cruel twist of fate.

    First, Vincent had dealt him a severe blow, and now, Neil’s attempt to salvage his reputation through a press conference had only served to unravel the carefully constructed image he had so painstakingly built.

    As Katelyn mulled over this, an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. She turned to Vincent, her curiosity piqued.

    “Did Neil tell you about the hacker incident?” she asked, her tone sharp with interest.

    Vincent nodded, though his eyes remained distant and cool.

    “He mentioned they uncovered several hidden servers in thepany and are investigating the suspects. ording to Neil, someone used hacking techniques to mess with the signal transmitter, which led to the false location being traced back to hispany.”

    Neil’s reply came as no surprise to Vincent and Katelyn. Whether or not he was actually involved, it was clear he would go to great lengths to defend his reputation.

    Katelyn’s brow furrowed as she considered this. Her silence stretched before she finally spoke.

    “Perhaps this situation has nothing to do with Neil after all. It’s possible someone is deliberately trying to stir up trouble between you two.”

    Vincent cast a sidelong nce at Katelyn, noting herpleteck of concern for Neil. Oddly enough, this seemed to lift his mood.

    “I’ve already lifted the sanctions on the Wheeler Group,” he said, his voice calm. “The situation is bad enough for him as it is.”

    With both internal and external crises tearing at him, and public opinion in tatters, Neil must be on edge by now. Still, Katelyn’s curiosity remained—would Neilsh out at Lise because of this mess?

    Her thoughts were interrupted by Vincent’s voice, yanking her back to the present.

    “Let’s go. First, we’ll head to thepany and set up an office for you.”

    Katelyn blinked, caught off guard, and replied automatically,

    “I can work from home.”

    Vincent, shrugging casually, exined, “The design team hase up with some new ideas. I want you to have enough time to discuss everything with them. With only a few days left, we need to pick up the pace.”

    From his point of view, it was all about speeding up the work. But for Katelyn, remembering her stolenptop stirred up a new wave of anger.

    Suddenly, she felt that her revenge against Neil had been far too lenient.

    The sleek Bugatti arrived at thepany building in no time.

    When Katelyn stepped into her new office, she was momentarily awestruck, her gaze lingering in surprise.

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