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    To Katelyn, Vincent always appeared to be the very image of gentleness, humility, courtesy, and cleverness. It was at that moment she recognized the extent of his cruelty and finally understood why people quivered at the mere mention of his name, some even shaking uncontrobly.

    The horrifying incidents suggested that Vincent’s cruelty went beyond mere callousness; he had an appetite for bloodshed.

    Katelyn questioned how she had ever believed he was a rxed and courteous man.

    At the same time, Vincent shifted his stance. Blood poured from the fat man’s wrist, with jagged fragments of bone barely visible beneath the torn flesh. Vincent called out in a rxed tone,

    “Samuel.”

    Without hesitation, Samuel, who had been standing by the door, stepped in. Vincent gave a brief nce at the white pill beneath the table.

    Catching the signal, Samuel grabbed it and shoved it into the fat man’s mouth, silencing his screams.

    With his hand mped firmly over the man’s mouth, Samuel dragged him out of the room.

    Vincent and Samuel exchanged nothing but nces, yet it was clear to everyone just how seamless their understanding was.

    Samuel, in particr, moved with sharp precision. Once the fat man was dragged out, a heavy silence settled into the private room.

    The woman with long, curly hair shook with terror after seeing everything unfold.

    She broke into tears but did not dare provoke Vincent.

    “Mr. Adams, I only did it because he threatened my entire family.”

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    Vincent’s brow furrowed faintly.

    “Leave,” hemanded, his voice cold.

    The woman with long, curly hair felt a wave of relief and bolted for the exit.

    Unbeknownst to her, Vincent’s men were stationed just outside.

    As soon as she stepped out, the bodyguards swiftly covered her mouth and pulled her away. Her fate was easy to imagine.

    Katelyn turned her eyes away, her expression remaining calm.

    They brought it upon themselves.

    Leaning back in his chair, Vincent cast another nce at the partners in the room, their faces drained of color. Any doubts they had about Vincent’s methods were now gone, reced with pure fear. They understood now that Vincent was every bit the ruthless monster they feared.

    “Let what just happened serve as a warning,” Vincent said, his voice chilling. “If it happens again, I’m sure the man will be more than happy to wee you to Hell.” His casual tone sent a wave of chilling murderous intent through the room.

    Lifting his head, Vincent downed the champagne in his flute in a single gulp before leaving, with Katelyn trailing behind.

    Once they were nearly out of sight, the people in the private room finally snapped back to reality, gasping for air, their faces flushed.

    “That is the real Vincent Adams. He has a taste for blood.”

    With her head lowered, Katelyn followed in silence, ying the obedient assistant she was expected to be. She did not raise her eyes to look at him until they had left the restaurant.

    He stood tall and straight, reminiscent of a proud pine atop a snow-capped mountain.

    Vincent turned and met her gaze, his eyes showing indifference but softening with a hint of tenderness.

    “How did you realize those people wouldce the wine with the drug?”

    “I happened to overhear their conversation while I was in the bathroom. I tried to alert you by sending a message, but you probably didn’t see it. Worried about the potential danger, I came rushing in.”

    Katelyn found it difficult to articte her actions. At that instant, her sole thought was that she could not allow anything to harm Vincent.

    Vincent responded with a thoughtful nod and a hint of a yful smile.

    “You rescued me this time.”

    Katelyn promptly gestured dismissively. “It’s nothingpared to the way you moved earlier.”

    Earlier, Vincent had shielded her by taking a bullet. Her swift entry into the private room was merely an act of kindness, and Vincent was astute enough to avoid being drugged.

    The yful glint in Vincent’s eyes grew warmer as he opened the door for her with a touch of chivalry.

    “Regardless, you came to my aid today. Let me drive you home.”

    Katelyn nced toward the restaurant and quickly responded,

    “Aimee is still waiting for me inside, Mr. Adams. I need to go back. Please drive me.”

    Inside, Katelyn chastised herself for almost neglecting her friend.

    She had informed Aimee that she was heading to the bathroom, but her prolonged absence made her wonder if Aimee was still waiting.

    As Katelyn was about to walk away, she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that Vincent was shaking and copsing to the ground.

    Katelyn’s eyes widened in shock.

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