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    “As long as youe clean, Adams will likely drop his pursuit. The choice to change your life is yours alone,” Katelyn said, a subtle weight in her voice, hinting at the power she held.

    Katelyn then fell silent, her gaze drifting to Vincent. Their eyes met in a silent exchange of mutual respect and understanding.

    Vincent tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, lost in thought.

    For as long as he could remember, he had admired how Katelyn could dismantle an opponent’s resolve with such precision.

    This skill was what he cherished most about her. Sometimes, it seemed necessary to shatter an opponent’s spirit to win.

    The woman’sposure shattered. She flung the pill onto the floor and pointed an using finger at the fat man.

    “It’s him. I’m his mistress. He instructed me to drug Mr. Adams secretly. He needed me to gather proof of Mr. Adams’ errors to negotiate a deal forpany benefits. I was merely carrying out his orders. I don’t know anything more.”

    She confessed in a flood of words, betraying the fat man without hesitation.

    Katelyn’s words had seized on a deep-seated human w.

    Everyone understood the heavy price of angering Vincent Adams.

    Still, this woman was ready to risk everything for the fat man. If their connection weren’t so profound, no reward would be worth such a gamble.

    With her betrayal now exposed, she was left as nothing more than a discarded pawn—an unbearable situation for anyone in her position.

    Anyone in her shoes would seek revenge immediately, even at the risk of their own life.

    Vincent’s gaze locked onto the fat man, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

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    “Mr. Marrow, I didn’t realize you were such a master at staging covert dramas,” he said.

    His tone was calm, but simmered beneath the surface.

    Vincent’s eyes were cold, promising swift and certain retribution.

    Over the years, he had faced countless schemes and deceptions.

    He had even dealt directly with some of the most audacious offenders.

    He thought his warnings had been clear, but he never imagined people would still resort to such desperate tactics for a chance at resources.

    When the stakes are high, everyone bes a gambler, driven to madness.

    The fatty crumpled to the floor, his bravado melting away in an instant.

    Tears streaming down his face, he pleaded,

    “Adams, you have to believe me. No matter how reckless I may be, I would never do this. This woman is lying. Just give me a chance, and I’ll expose who’s really behind this. She’s only using me to protect the true culprit.”

    As his plea ended, the fatty’s face twisted with rage. He leaped to his feet and stormed toward the woman with long, curly hair.

    “Damn you! Who put you up to this? Was this your n all along? From the start, you meant to make me a scapegoat. Tell me who’s really behind this!” he demanded.

    His voice was wild with desperation. The woman with the curly hair stood frozen, too terrified to even respond. Confronted with her impending doom, the woman fought back with frantic desperation.

    “You forced me into this. I’m just a barmaid—how could I ever muster the courage to harm Mr. Adams?” she cried.

    Katelyn’s cunning maniption had ensnared both the woman and the fatty.

    At that moment, their minds were fixated on a single idea—only one of them could make it out alive.

    The opportunity for survival was within reach, and they were willing to drag each other down to ensure their own escape.

    Their partnership, based purely on self-interest, was incredibly fragile and couldn’t withstand any pressure.

    The air was thick with tension, pressing down on them with weight. Their thoughts were clouded by fear and desperation.

    In their panic, they iled about, their actions turning them into mere actors in a chaotic farce.

    Katelyn’s voice was sharp andmanding,

    “Where’s the proof? Show us,” she ordered.

    The woman, her face etched with worry, pulled her phone out of her pocket with trembling fingers.

    [“I recorded our conversation when he asked me to do this,” she said, her toneced with frustration. “I anticipated this situation. I have proof against him. It’s not really my problem.”]

    She scrambled to find the recording on her phone, her eyes darting nervously.

    In her distraction, she didn’t notice the fatty beside her, his cold stare filled with chilling determination.

    Before she could react, he moved with sudden urgency.

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