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    The sound of the p echoed loudly through the night. Katelyn’s right palm throbbed with pain, her eyes burning with hatred and disgust.


    “Don’t assume everyone is as vile as you. I was so blind to have loved you.”


    She then stepped back, sharply withdrawing her hand.


    Neil red at her, his eyes filled with anger.


    “Based on your reaction, I was right. You’ve been with Vincent, and that’s why you want to divorce me!”


    “I want to divorce you because you betrayed me, and I caught you! What? Should I just sit at home, crying, waiting for you to return? No more double standards!”


    Neil scoffed, blind to his own faults. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself? If it were for you, Lise would have been my choice from the start!”


    Katelyn nearlyughed out loud.


    After being betrayed, she was expected to suffer and reflect on herself? Ridiculous.


    She inhaled deeply, calming herself, and hissed, “Leave. I don’t want to see you again. Harass me again, and I’ll tell Lise everything.”


    Neil’s voice was stone-cold as he said, “Now that the Bailey family no longer supports you, you’re like a stray dog. Watch how you act before our divorce is final, or you’ll regret it!”


    Katelyn closed her eyes, taking another deep breath.


    Loving the wrong person brought nothing but torment.


    Exhausted, she couldn’t find the energy to respond. Neil sneered and walked away.


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    She then made sure to instruct the security at the gate to prevent Neil’s car from entering themunity again. Given the high security and the cost of homes in Everspring Garden, the guards were strict.


    Following her instructions, they wouldn’t allow Neil’s car through.


    Weary, Katelyn leaned against the sofa, feeling overwhelmed by recent events.


    She massaged her temples with her slender fingers.


    Her phone rang once more, disying Aimee’s name on the screen.


    Katelyn brightened up and answered the phone. “Hey!”


    Aimee nced at the time and, with a gossipy tone, said, “How’s it going? Are you two still together? I was hesitant to ask anything earlier when he was still with you.”


    Feeling somewhat helpless, Katelyn hugged a pillow and exined, “Aimee, you’re overthinking it. It was just a simple dinner. I never expected it would be secretly photographed and end up trending.”


    “Vincent has never been publicly linked to any woman before, but now he’s asked you out. Doesn’t that suggest something?” Aimee’s excitement was palpable, surpassing Katelyn’s own.


    “After you left that jerk, Neil, I’m sure something good wille your way. If you are together, Neil will be furious.”


    As Aimee’s spections grew more oundish, Katelyn interrupted her. “Hey, please rein in your wild imagination. Neither Vincent nor I have those intentions. It’s purely professional.”


    Disappointed, Aimee ceased, “You’re so naive about love. Don’t you get it? Trust me, Vincent is definitely interested in you.”


    Katelyn sighed and massaged her temples. Aimee’s chatter only worsened her headache.


    “Listen, I need to get back to my work.”


    Katelyn swiftly changed the subject to avoid more wild theories from Aimee.


    Holding the phone, Aimee scoffed, “Boring. Get on with your work then.”


    “Okay.”


    After ending the call, Katelyn picked up herptop, paused to gather her thoughts, and resumed drawing on the screen.


    It was already ten o’clock in the evening, yet the CEO office of Adams Group remained brightly lit.


    Vincent had returned to thepany after seeing Katelyn off, facing two international meetingster on. He bent over the documents before him, his expression stern and focused.


    Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Samuel entered, pushing the door open.


    He ced the documents he carried onto the desk and said respectfully, “Mr. Adams, these are some ongoing projects rted to the Bailey family.”


    Vincent looked up, scanning the documents with a detached gaze, and responded coolly, “Okay.”


    Samuel paused, then voiced his concern. “We’ve managed to suppress one batch of trending searches, but another has surfaced. Should we take action to—”


    He trailed off, cing a hand on his neck with a grave expression in his eyes.


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