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    Neil then walked toward the warehouses.

    Katelyn had not anticipated that Neil would see through her ruse. She did not try to evade him; instead, she exited the car directly.

    Her expression was icy and filled with anger.

    “Your methods are getting increasingly pathetic, Neil. Did you follow me? Is this the same kind of game for you?”

    Their cars were separated by a considerable distance. She couldn’t make out who was behind the wheel until the driver stepped out.

    Neil’s gaze was cold and oppressive, carrying a heavy sense of authority.

    “Why do you always conceal your true self from me? You’d rather team up with Vincent than with me. If you help me win this project tender, I promise I wille back to you.”

    Katelyn’s frown deepened, her eyes reflecting her confusion.

    Her concern was not how he had discovered her real identity, but rather the source of his misced confidence.

    What made him believe she was still so invested in him? What gave him the idea that she would ever ept him again after discovering his betrayal with Lise?

    Arms crossed and a cold smile on her lips, Katelyn looked at him with a hint of boredom.

    She conceded that Neil was attractive and talented in business.

    Yet, infidelity was inexcusable, particrly for someone like him who refused to acknowledge his wrongdoing.

    With curiosity, she inquired, “If you were toe back to me, what would happen to Lise? Are you nning to end things with herpletely, or would you just keep us both?”

    Neil was caught off guard by the question.

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    Under normal circumstances, she would have suggested he visit a hospital to check if he was out of his mind.

    But her current question indicated that she was actually considering his proposal. That her feelings for him were not entirely gone.

    Neil’s confidence wavered as he appeared a bit self-assured.

    “I have my ns. If you help me, I will honor my promises.”

    Katelyn gave a defensiveugh, extending a finger and shaking it slowly.

    “Quit with the lofty promises. What are your real ns? I know Lise—she would never ept this arrangement. Are you seriously proposing that you want to maintain rtionships with both me and her simultaneously?”

    Neil spoke with a chilling tone, his eyes narrowing.

    “Lise is pragmatic. She will understand my situation. But first, you need to assist me in winning this project. Given your skills, it should not be hard; otherwise, you wouldn’t have remained on the list for so long. After all, you are renowned as Iris.”

    Katelyn frowned, puzzled.

    “When did I ever admit to being Iris?”

    She had never made such a im.

    Seeing her feigned innocence, Neil clenched his teeth in frustration.

    He felt like a mouse trapped in Katelyn’s game, continuously deceived by her skillful pretense.

    “You are still trying to fool me. If you’re not Iris, why did you entertain the idea of helping me and then getting along with Lise as I suggested?”

    Katelyn spread her hands and shrugged, her eyes wide and innocent.

    “You are so stubborn. You are convinced I am Iris despite my numerous exnations. What else can I say? If you’re convinced I am Iris, then so be it.”

    Katelyn’s demeanor was utterly indifferent, as if she did not care in the slightest.

    It was as if she was signaling that he could believe whatever he wished.

    Her nonchnce only frustrated Neil more, but he soon regained hisposure.

    “I know you’re just putting on an act. You want to trick me.”

    Everyone online is calling you—

    Katelyn nodded dismissively.

    “And?”

    Neil’s anger red.

    “So you have been deceiving me all along! You are hoping to see the Wheeler Group falter so you can seize the chance to get back at me.”

    Katelyn curled her lips, offering a serious suggestion.

    “You really should seek help. Do you not get exhausted from living in your delusions? Even a three-year-old wouldn’t take online rumors seriously, yet you, the CEO of a majorpany, believe them? It just makes you look foolish.”

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