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    Katelyn turned abruptly. Vincent was still reclining against the bed’s headboard, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious intensity.


    He had instructed Samuel to investigate the unusual software he had seen her using and had just received some insights. It was from the top andrgest hacker website in the world.


    This site was a treasure trove of information, essible only to those with an invitation code and password—not something the average person could obtain. Only the world’s top 100 hackers were eligible for ess.


    Vincent’s gaze grew more intense, his admiration for Katelyn deepening by the moment.


    Regaining herposure, Katelyn gave a subtle smile, attempting to smooth things over. “I picked up a few tech skills in college, but I’m no expert.”


    Vincent drummed his fingers on hisptop, his expression serious. “I’m eager to see what else you might surprise me with, Miss Bailey.” His implication was somewhat vague.


    A wave of anxiety washed over Katelyn. She wondered if Vincent had discovered something. But she quickly dismissed the thought—she didn’t believe it was likely.


    Trying to appear rxed, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Mr. Adams, perhaps you’re reading too much into it. I’m just a designer, after all. I doubt I can keep surprising you.”


    Vincent simply smiled, saying nothing.


    Yet, his probing look seemed to see through any disguise she might wear.


    Feeling the tension mount, Katelyn quickly turned to leave, the atmosphere in the room growing too strange for herfort.


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    However, her reaction only convinced Vincent further that Katelyn was hiding a bigger secret.


    Bowing his head, Vincent texted Samuel again.


    “Look into Katelyn Bailey. Also, investigate those unidentified figures who reached the pinnacle of their careers in certain industries but suddenly resigned within thest three years.”


    Samuel responded promptly. “Understood, Mr. Adams.”


    In the Bailey family’s study, Jeff and Sharon frantically sifted through all the bank cards and savings books in the house, desperate to gather money. They needed enough to cover the shortfall from their tax evasion and possibly even use this crisis to absorb the Guerrero Group.


    Yet, after emptying all their financial resources, they managed to amass less than 25 billion.


    Holding the cards and savings books, Sharon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “After all these years, is this really all the money we’ve managed to save?”


    Jeff avoided her gaze and replied awkwardly, “We’ve had some losses in recent projects. Let’s try to scrape together more funds.”


    He then turned his attention to the transaction records and the total amount, sighing deeply. “How are we going to cover such a huge deficit?”


    Sharon was briefly sidetracked as she pondered deeply, her brow furrowed. Online opinions were insignificant—wealthy families always faced their share of scandals.


    Then, an idea struck her, and her eyes sparkled with possibility.


    “Remember, I bought Lise all those luxury items when she came home? They should be worth about 500 million altogether. If we sold them, it could bring in some additional funds.”


    Jeff pped his thigh, struck by the thought.


    “That’s right! I also gave Lise a bank card with 500 million on it aspensation when she came home. We could use that money too.”


    As they continued their conversation, the study door had been left ajar, and Lise overheard their ns from the doorway. The thought of parting with her luxury items and money caused her intense distress.


    In the past, she could only afford counterfeits. Finally, she could afford the real luxury ones—but now, she had to sell them. She had only had those things for a month!


    Sharon, determined, was on her way to find Lise. As she opened the door, she caught Lise’s eye, taken aback.


    “Lise, what are you doing here?”


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