?Chapter 57:


    Everyone turned as a voice called out, and their gaze shifted toward the door. Katelyn turned as well and spotted Vincent.


    His attire had changed to a dark shirt, casually unbuttoned at the cor. Despite his recent surgery to remove a bullet, his demeanor remained unruffled and detached. No one would guess the ordeal he had just undergone.


    Uncertainty clouded Katelyn’s expression. She pondered Vincent’s reasons for appearing.


    A shadow crossed Neil’s face as he spotted Vincent. “Mr. Adams,” Neil acknowledged him.


    Lise offered a greeting and stole a covert nce at Katelyn. She spected on the nature of Katelyn’s rtionship with Vincent, a significant influencer. Vincent’s arrival stirred excitement among the reporters at the door, who quickly began snapping photos. Capturing him seemed far more newsworthy than the ongoing Guerrero family saga.


    Vincent caught Samuel’s eye and signaled. Understanding the cue, Samuel and his team swiftly confiscated the reporters’ cameras and phones. Memory cards were seized, and all stored images and videos were erased.


    The reporters were dismayed but silenced, their protests stifled by the presence of armed security.


    With the media handled, Samuel ushered the reporters out.


    The crowded and noisy room suddenly felt more spacious.


    Delmar stared intensely at the unfolding scene, disbelief written across his face as he wondered why Vincent would show up. A single move from Vincent had enough power to ruin the Guerrero family financially.


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    Attempting to mask his concern with a cordial smile, Delmar cautiously inquired, “What brings you here, Mr. Adams?”


    Vincent looked at him with deep, dark eyes and responded nonchntly, “Just here to observe the spectacle.”


    Those around murmured, trying to decipher Vincent’s cryptic remark. Was he referring to the amusement of the situation, or specifically to Tricia’s plight?


    Katelyn watched Lise with a nk stare, curious about how she would maintain her act.


    Lise adjusted her expression and moved closer to Vincent.


    “Mr. Adams, we were just discussing Katelyn’s involvement in Tricia’s attempted suicide. The incident has captivated public attention. It’s beyond my ability to shield her,” Lise said, her tone feigning helplessness. She sighed deeply as she finished.


    Katelyn’s lips curled into a sneer, her eyes cold.


    “Lise Cooper, I have uncovered proof of your role in urging Tricia to end her life. From the start, you orchestrated this affair. It’s time to drop the act,” she said, her voice icy.


    Lise’s smile vanished instantly. A chill ran through her as she met Katelyn’s piercing gaze, sensing her disguise was beginning to fall apart.


    Lise attempted topose herself, reminding herself not to panic. She was confident in her meticulous execution of the n, certain that no trace was left behind for Katelyn to find.


    A nearby reporter, eavesdropping, was all ears. His eyes widened in shock. “For real?” he muttered under his breath. Luckily, he still had his recording pen with him.


    Before Lise could respond, Neil jumped to her defense, confronting Katelyn angrily.


    “Katelyn, you still fail to see the error. How can you unjustly me Lise? What does she have to do with this?”


    Lise sighed and gently touched Neil’s arm.


    “Neil, calm down. Bear the me if it’s Katelyn’s guilt,” she said softly.


    Katelyn sarcastically pped her hands together, the irony thick in the air.


    “Remarkable, Lise, your acting has improvedtely. However, did you forget you missed a crucial figure in your story?”


    Vincent’s attention remained fixed on Katelyn, who stood resolute and unyielding, reminiscent of a steadfast pine in a harsh winter. Her smile was mischievous, portraying her as the master of the game.


    Lise’s anxiety intensified as she realized who Katelyn was hinting at.


    “Damn it! How could I overlook that person?” Lise thought, flustered.


    Katelyn casually waved her phone and continued nonchntly, “Chloe has spilled everything, and I’ve captured it as evidence. This story is all over the inte. Do you really think Tricia will support you once she’s able to speak?”


    Lise’s expression shifted to one of rm and distress.


    As Neil listened, confusion overtook him. He burst out, “Enough with the games! rify what you mean!”


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