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Lise paused for a moment, then, with a resolute expression, said, “Katelyn has the means but refuses to help us. I need you to help persuade her.”
Neil’s eyes widened in surprise.
He pondered Lise’s words, questioning whether Katelyn truly possessed enough money to assist the Bailey family with their tax obligations. He was skeptical. How could Katelyn possibly have so much money?
Reflecting on this, Neil responded dismissively, “When Katelyn and I separated, she was left with nothing. She doesn’t have any money.”
Lise sighed and retorted helplessly, “Katelyn once transferred a billion to cut ties with my parents. She didn’t hesitate over such a huge sum. Do you still doubt her financial capability?”
Neil furrowed his brows tightly.
He had been married to Katelyn for three years and was fairly familiar with her financial situation. Over those years, he had provided her with a monthly allowance. Since her graduation, she had been a stay-at-home wife, never earning her own money.
How was it possible for her to easily part with one billion? A sudden thought struck Neil.
If Katelyn was actually Iris, she could be making five billion dors from a single project on average. Neil clenched his fists, still in shock.
It was difficult for him to reconcile the image of Katelyn, the simple housewife, with Iris, the world’s leading designer.
Noticing the change in his expression, Lise looked concerned.
“Katelyn won’t help us, Neil. I had to turn to you. I believe Katelyn still has feelings for you. If you talk to her, maybe she’ll listen.”
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Neil felt a wave of relief—perhaps it was because Lise said Katelyn still loved him.
“I’ll try. But I can’t promise she’ll listen.”
Lise, visibly relieved by his willingness, nodded excitedly.
“I have faith in you.”
Neil then picked up his phone to call Katelyn. However, as soon as the call started ringing, it was abruptly disconnected. Neil appeared irritated.
It was unexpected for him that Katelyn would block his number.
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With evident anxiety that she struggled to mask, Lise asked, “How is it going? Did Katelyn pick up, Neil?”
Neil cleared his throat and turned off his phone’s screen. “It might be best if I speak to her in person. I’m heading over now.”
Without another word, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and quickly left.
As she watched him leave, a calcting look shed in Lise’s eyes.
This was her n A. If Neil didn’t seed, she was prepared with a backup n.
One way or another, she was resolute about getting the money from Katelyn.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Katelyn carried nourishing soup to Vincent’s room.
Vincent was seated at a table, engaged in an international teleconference, wearing a Bluetooth earpiece.
He had swapped his patient gown for a ck shirt.
Katelyn, standing at the doorway, knocked softly. Vincent nced her way and nodded, silently inviting her in.
As Katelyn walked behind him with the meal, she momentarily appeared on the conference call’s video, stirring reactions among the shareholders.
One shareholder asked, “Am I seeing things? Or was there really a woman in Mr. Adams’ room?”
Another said, “Could she be the future Mrs. Adams? She looks lovely.”
A third shareholder chimed in, “No wonder Mr. Adams seems more rxed these days. It appears he’s found love.”
Seeing thesements in the chat box, Vincent tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
His eyes turned cold, and he warned them, “Let’s keep our focus on business. I need those reports within three days.”
His words immediately brought silence to the online conference room.
The shareholders felt a mix of frustration and urgency; Vincent had initially given them a week for the task but had unexpectedly shortened the deadline.
Vincent pressed his lips together. Just then, he heard Katelyn’s yelp.
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