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    Katelyn quickly got to her feet.

    Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes shimmering with a gentle softness.

    She quickly remembered where she was and hastily said,

    “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams. That wasn’t intentional.”

    Vincent responded nonchntly,

    “It’s alright.”

    Katelyn nodded and then turned her gaze sharply towards the woman with long, curly hair.

    She realized that this woman had intentionally stretched out her leg to trip her.

    She also noticed it was the same woman who had been talking about drugging Vincent in the restroom.

    Katelyn’s gaze weighed heavily, causing the woman with long, curly hair to panic suddenly. She scrambled to mask the difort on her face.

    “Why are you looking at me like that? You tripped over my foot just now.”

    With a taunting smirk, Katelyn advanced toward her, step by step.

    To the woman with long, curly hair, it felt like every step Katelyn took weighed heavily on her conscience.

    She had seen Katelyn as just another bar girl like herself, but Katelyn’s overpowering presence was impossible to ignore.

    Stopping right in front of her, Katelyn, standing 5’7″ tall and though in t shoes, seemed to loomrge over her.

    “Say that again, I dare you.”

    The woman with curly hair was sweating heavily but tried to maintain herposure, stuttering,

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    “I… I said you bumped into my leg yourself.”

    As soon as she finished speaking, Katelyn delivered a swift p across her face.

    The p resonated sharply, its sound echoing before the onlookers could even grasp what had urred.

    Only one person was not surprised.

    Vincent watched Katelyn with a slight, almost unnoticeable smile, appreciating the sight.

    Having been through so much, Katelyn had be a rose with thorns, protecting herself. Vincent was d to see how she had changed.

    He preferred her not as someone fragile, but as someone who could stand up for herself if wronged.

    The woman with long, curly hair stood in shock, her hand covering her pped cheek, staring at Katelyn in utter disbelief. Before she could utter a word, the man who had been ogling Katelyn lewdly earlier lost his temper. He mmed his hand on the table and stood up.

    “How dare you hit her on such an asion!”

    Katelyn’s lips twisted into a subtle smile, her gaze filled with disdain.

    “Why are you in such a hurry to defend her? Is she your woman?”

    Katelyn was not one to act on impulse. In the restaurant, she had heard the woman’s voice but hadn’t seen who she was speaking with over the phone. However, knowing the woman was part of the dinner party, she felt justified in pping her.

    The man was so angry that he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

    “There’s no excuse for hitting someone like that.” Yet Katelyn remainedposed, responding coldly and dismissively,

    “Didn’t you notice her trying to trip me just now?”

    Pretending to be aggrieved, the woman with long, curly hair retorted with tearful eyes,

    “You tripped over me while I did nothing, and now you’re ming me for it. Mr. Adams, how can your woman be so arrogant?”

    Her usation shifted everyone’s attention to Vincent. Vincent, sitting back rxed, exuded an intimidating presence.

    “She has every right to be arrogant.”

    His words widened Katelyn’s smile.

    She couldn’t deny the satisfaction of having such steadfast support.

    The woman with long, curly hair grew visibly frustrated, her eyes wide, speechless.

    The fat man, outraged at seeing his woman being beaten, blurted out impulsively,

    “Mr. Adams, I never thought you’d be so unreasonable. It seems the rumors were all true.”

    Katelyn casually wiped her hands with a napkin and said with a slight smile,

    “Even a three-year-old knows not to believe everything online. Are you less discerning than a child?”

    The man was speechless, his eyes bulging with frustration.

    Just then, Katelyn’s attention was drawn to something in the hands of the woman with long, curly hair. With a knowing smile, she asked,

    “Was it you who was talking about how to drug Mr. Adams earlier in the restroom?”

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