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    Every piece of evidence Katelyn presented was clear and irrefutable, leaving Lise with no way to argue against it, no matter how hard she tried.


    Her face turned pale, and her body shook, as if the slightest breeze might knock her over.


    At that moment, the only thought running through Lise’s mind was that everything was ruined. It was all over for her. She feltpletely defeated.


    Everything she had carefully built was now in ruins. Her well-maintained image and the future she had nned were now subject to endless judgment and criticism. Even worse, she had manipted Neil to elevate her status.


    If he decided to abandon her too, she would be left with nothing.


    Lise’s hands trembled as she looked over at Neil. She saw the look of disappointment in his eyes, just as she had feared.


    In desperation, she reached out and grabbed his hand.


    “Neil, you have to trust me. I swear, I’m innocent. Someone is trying to frame me on purpose. Are you going to doubt me as well?” she pleaded.


    Losing everything would be hard enough, but the idea of losing Neil was something she could never ept. It wasn’t love that drove her, but the benefits she stood to gain.


    Being Mrs. Wheeler promised far more advantages than she could ever hope for as merely the Bailey family heiress. Every move she had made was designed to capture Neil’s favor.


    Under normal circumstances, Neil would have responded to Lise with sympathy,forting her and assuring her of his support. But this time, he stepped back and pulled away from her touch. He remained silent, but the disappointment and hurt in his eyes only made Lise more desperate.


    Her voice shook as she tried to catch his attention again. “Neil…”


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    Neil gave Katelyn a long, hard look, seeming to hold back words he wanted to say, before turning his focus back to Lise. “From start to finish, you had everything under your control. This time, I have to admit, you’ve beaten me.”


    He could clearly see now that Vincent had mostly stayed in the background, just setting up the scene for Katelyn to take the lead.


    Neil and Lise had been nothing more than puppets in their twisted y.


    Every twist and turn, every argument Lise tried to make, it all seemed like Katelyn had anticipated it from the start.


    Neil had always seen Vincent as his main enemy, but he hadpletely underestimated Katelyn, thinking she was just a simple housewife who couldn’t cause him any real problems.


    That narrow-minded thinking hade back to p him hard.


    Katelyn stared at him with icy disdain, her red lips barely moving as she said, “You brought this on yourselves.”


    Barely holding back the rage building inside him, Neil countered in a cold tone, “See about that.”


    With those words, he angrily shook off his sleeve and stormed out of the room.


    Lise hurried after him.


    The spectacle, which had dragged on for nearly three hours, finally wrapped up. Katelyn couldn’t help but savor the taste of victory. She had finally paid them back for all the pain and humiliation they had put her through.


    The productunch had turned into an unbelievable sess. Vincent’s earlier marketing efforts had already brought in huge profits, but they were nothingpared to the chaos of two “Iris” figures shing on stage and the CEO of Wheeler Group storming in to stir things up even more.


    After the press conference ended, Katelyn went back to thepany with Vincent.


    The footage from the live stream was quickly edited into countless short clips, which were shared widely. Each one racked up tens of millions of views.


    The Adams Group’s stock shot up in a matter of moments. It was obvious this was a clear and decisive win, with no doubt about the oue.


    Katelyn leaned back in her chair and stretched with a sigh. “Finally. That tough fight is over. I can actually rx now.”


    She had been pushing herself like a machine, working nonstop. Now that she could finally pause, she felt aches and pains all over.


    She’d need to get some medicine when she got home to help with the soreness.


    In an amused tone, Vincent said, “We’ve set up a celebration…”


    “A dinner party for tonight.”


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