?Chapter 110:


    Katelyn couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Vincent’s attitude, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.


    At that moment, Vincent caught her gaze and seemed to read her thoughts instantly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.


    Katelyn held back her words and simply shook her head. “Nothing.”


    As she said this, she continued to examine the design drawings, moving the mouse around.


    “If everything looks good with these theme designs, I’ll move on to developing the next set. I’ll send the preliminary sketches to your email as usual.”


    After reviewing all the design drawings and receiving Vincent’s nod of approval, she shut down herptop and ced it back in her bag.


    She nced at Vincent’s chest, aware of the gunshot wound hidden beneath his shirt, out of sight. “How’s your wound?”


    “I’m okay.”


    Vincent’s answer was still indifferent, and his eyes were as cold as ever. When he looked over, there seemed to be no emotion.


    He seemed even more distant and aloof than when they first met.


    They had been through life-threatening situations together, yet…


    A flicker of confusion crossed Katelyn’s eyes, but she dismissed it, not wanting to dwell on what she couldn’t understand.


    After all, their coboration was only temporary. She gathered her belongings and was about to leave when there was a sudden, urgent knock at the door.


    Samuel entered with grave news. “There’s a problem, Mr. Adams. A fire broke out at the factory, and we’ve lost our samples; they’ve beenpletely destroyed.”


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    Vincent’s stare at Samuel was chilling.


    “Did all the themed samples get destroyed?”


    Samuel confirmed with a nod. “The entire factory was reduced to ashes.”


    Upon hearing this, Katelyn’s expression turned serious.


    The factory where the samples were produced was owned directly by the Adams Group, with external contractors involved.


    How could there be a fire just when things were so critical?


    With the new productunch fast approaching, they needed those samples for disy and further marketing strategies.


    The timing of the fire seemed too coincidental to be an ident.


    Katelyn looked up at Samuel and asked in a tense voice, “Were there any signs of foul y?”


    “No,” Samuel replied, shaking his head before turning to Vincent. “Mr. Adams, what should we do now?”


    “Let’s get these designs to several reliable factories, not just one. Spread out the risk. Also, we need to investigate what caused the fire.”


    Vincent’s expression was unreadable.


    His gaze shifted to Katelyn.


    He had uncovered details about the death of the design department’s head but had not yet shared them with Katelyn.


    Now he was certain that someone was targeting him, specifically aiming to sabotage his partnership with Katelyn.


    But the other party was so cunning and mysterious that he hadn’t yet caught the person behind it.


    Samuel responded with a quick nod. “Understood, Mr. Adams. I’ll handle it right away.”


    With that, he hurried out.


    Katelyn looked at Vincent, frowning. “I’ll forward the earlier designs to your emailter.”


    There wasn’t much more she could do at this point.


    Vincent nodded, then leaned back in his chair, typing something on his phone, sending what appeared to be urgent instructions.


    Due to the distance, Katelyn couldn’t see what he was typing.


    Considering the urgency of the situation, she decided it was best to leave and not impose any further.


    Shouldering her bag, Katelyn said firmly, “Mr. Adams, I’m heading out now. Call me if you need anything else.”


    “Okay,” Vincent responded indifferently.


    Katelyn nodded and was about to exit when suddenly Vincent’sptop emitted a piercing rm.


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