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    All the clues and evidence seemed to lead straight to Katelyn, especially the torn piece of the design drawing. Vincent stepped in front of Katelyn, his expression stern and unyielding.


    “This evidence isn’t enough, and we don’t have the full picture yet. You can’t just arrest her,” he said firmly.


    The police hesitated, aware of Vincent’s influence, and knew they had to handle the situation carefully. But the seriousness of the matter pushed them to speak.


    “Mr. Adams, we’re just doing our job. If Miss Bailey isn’t involved, we’ll release her once our investigation isplete.”


    Vincent didn’t back down, ready to argue further, when Katelyn touched his shoulder softly. She shook her head slightly and said calmly, “It’s okay. I didn’t do anything wrong, so I’m not worried about being investigated.”


    Then, she looked at the police officers.


    “I’m willing to cooperate and give my statement. Just make sure my name is cleared.”


    Katelyn was fully cooperative, though Vincent’s brow remained tightly knit. Being questioned by the police meant they already saw her as a suspect. But Katelyn had made her decision, leaving Vincent no choice but to step aside as the officers escorted her away.


    Vincent quickly turned to Samuel, his voice cutting through the air. “Get the surveince footage from yesterday’s meeting room and this morning at my office entrance. Send it to the police station.”


    He trusted Katelynpletely, but this whole situation felt like a trap set against her.


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    There was also something that didn’t add up. Katelyn had always kept a low profile; her social circle was small, almost nonexistent. Who could possibly hate her enough to frame her like this, using someone’s life as a weapon?


    By this time, Katelyn had been taken to the police station. She sat in a small room meant for taking statements, the cold chair beneath her adding to her difort, while a bright deskmp shone directly on her.


    Katelyn exined everything clearly, detailing the events from the start of the incident to the moment they discovered the department head dead today. The police diligently recorded every word she said, their questioning methodical.


    “Was your conflict with her really that minor? Did you notice anything unusual about her?”


    Katelyn paused for a moment to think, then shook her head. “No. Everything seemed normal.”


    The officer leaned in slightly. “Then why would she purposely hide evidence against you in her hand?”


    Katelyn frowned, genuinely puzzled. “I think someone’s trying to frame me.”


    Suddenly, she recalled the chubby woman with sses and quickly brought up her odd behavior. Throughout the ordeal, that woman seemed intent on influencing everyone’s thoughts. As soon as they arrived at the office, she had loudly imed that Katelyn was definitely deeply involved. But Katelyn couldn’t figure out why. There had been bad blood between them, so what could possibly motivate that woman to target her like this?


    The officer nodded, pausing to remind her, “All right, I’ve noted everything you said. We’ll investigate thoroughly. For now, you’re still a suspect, so you must be avable for further questioning and under residence surveince whenever necessary.”


    “Okay,” Katelyn responded quietly.


    By the time they wrapped up the standard procedures, evening was approaching. After that, Katelyn was allowed to leave.


    Outside, a ck Cayenne waited, parked near the entrance of the station. The rear window lowered, revealing Vincent’s stern face. Katelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.


    “Mr. Adams, why are you here?”


    “This happened in mypany. It shouldn’t involve you,” Vincent replied calmly, though he kept his deeper concerns hidden.


    He couldn’t shake the feeling that this situation wasn’t just about Katelyn—it might be aimed at him.


    For years, the Adams Group had controlled two-thirds of the capital’s economic power, making Vincent a target for countless people who wished him harm. He had faced all sorts of ruthless attacks. To his detractors, a human life meant nothing.


    Katelyn sighed, feeling a deep weariness in both her body and mind. “I still can’t figure out how I got involved in all this.”


    Vincent, showing concern, opened the car door. “I’ll find out what’s going on and get you answers. For now, just get in.”


    Katelyn nodded and got into the car.


    She tried to think of who might be behind this, but every possibility she considered didn’t add up. The scene involved a gunshot, but there was no sound of it, meaning the shooter must have used a silencer. For someone to sneak into the Adams Group andmit murder without being noticed, they had to be far from ordinary.


    Today, Samuel was driving as usual, with Vincent and Katelyn seated quietly in the back seat.


    Katelyn stared out of the window, lost in thought, while the back of the car remained silent.


    Samuel, hands on the steering wheel, mumbled something to himself.


    Having worked for Vincent for almost ten years, he had never seen Vincent show such special care and kindness toward anyone—especially not by picking someone up from the police station just to drive them home. As he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly swerved toward them, barreling directly into their path. In the blink of an eye, a deafening crash erupted.


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