?Chapter 217:

    Katelyn’s kick was so quick and forceful that the short-haired woman had no chance to react. She copsed to the ground, screaming in agony. The bottle ttered to the side, its contents spilling out. It was a corrosive liquid that could destroy even concrete, and one could only imagine the damage it would cause to the skin.

    Katelyn’s expression grew colder as she looked down at the woman, her eyes shing with disdain. “Why do you despise me so much?” she asked.

    Cradling her stomach, the woman attempted to get up, her voiceced with anger. “If not for you, I’d have a promising future. You ruined it, you bitch. Don’t I have the right to retaliate?”

    Katelyn stood firm. “You chose to do wrong, and now you me others for your choices.”

    Her anger had eased, and she stared at the short-haired woman with a flicker of doubt in her eyes. Thepany had dismissed all the employees who caused trouble. If the woman really wanted revenge on someone, Katelyn thought, Celia should have been her target.

    Katelyn asked coldly, “Did youe up with this n yourself, or is someone else involved?”

    “It’s all I hate you. I can’t get another job in this city. Are you happy now?” the woman retorted sharply. She scoffed and added, “You may have escaped this time, Katelyn, but I’ll haunt you even in my death.”

    Katelyn, no longer willing to endure her threats, called the police. The woman’s actions werepletely uneptable and would surely attract legal consequences.

    The police responded quickly, arriving to take the woman into custody. Katelyn apanied them to give her statement. By the time everything was resolved, it waste into the night.

    Even though it was summer, a cold breeze swept through the air. As Katelyn reflected on the recent events, she sighed and pulled her jacket tighter around herself.

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    She suddenly felt overwhelmed by fatigue. The relentless pace of events had drained her both physically and emotionally. Just then, her phone rang, breaking into her thoughts. Vincent’s name appeared on the screen.

    She hit the “answer” button, and Vincent’s anxious voice came through immediately. “Where have you been?” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was Vincent’s third attempt to reach Katelyn tonight, with no response to his earlier calls.

    He had been in back-to-back online meetings with foreign clients since returning to the office, and it was only now that he found a moment to himself. He had learned from Samuel that Katelyn hadn’t returned to her office.

    A sense of dread crept into his heart. If this call went unanswered, he nned to have Samuel track Katelyn’s location through GPS.

    Katelyn roughly exined what had happened that night in a tired voice. She added, “I’ve just given my statement and left the police station. I’m heading home now. Regarding the sketches I promised, I’ll finish them at home tonight.”

    Vincent’s worry eased slightly, knowing she was fine, but then his expression hardened. He was shocked that the employees who had been fired would go to such lengths to target Katelyn.

    “Don’t worry about the sketches. Just go home and rest. Do you want me toe and get you?”

    “No, that’s okay,” she replied, ncing at her watch.

    Vincent insisted firmly, “I’ll have Samuel drive you. It’s toote for taxis.” His tone left little room for argument, forcing her to agree.

    “Alright. Thank you, Mr. Adams.”

    “You’re wee. Actually, this is partly my fault. I didn’t manage their feelings properly, which led them to target you,” Vincent said quietly, his voice tinged with remorse.

    “Okay,” Katelyn responded. Just after she ended the call, she noticed a figure across the street.

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