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    Katelyn approached the door with caution. Instead of opening it right away, she peered through the peephole first.


    A man in a delivery uniform was standing outside. “Miss Bailey, your takeout is here.”


    She saw it was just a delivery person and unlocked the door, still feeling a bit puzzled. She hadn’t ordered any takeout.


    Keeping the chain on, she eyed the man cautiously. “Are you sure this is for me? I didn’t order anything.”


    “There’s no mistake. It was orderedst night to be delivered this morning. It’s hangover soup,” he replied, ncing at the receipt before holding it up for her to see.


    Katelyn quickly realized this had to be Vincent’s doing.


    “Got it. Thanks.”


    She took the soup from him and closed the door, heading back inside.


    The soup had been ordered the night before but made fresh that morning. Its warmth felt just right in her hands.


    As Katelyn sipped the soup, she felt herself bing more awake, and the dizziness started to fade.


    There was something soothing andforting about having something warm in the morning.


    Feeling much better, she decided to send a quick message to Vincent.


    “Thanks, Mr. Adams.”


    She barely had time to wait for a reply when the doorbell rang again, sounding more urgent than before.


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    “Is this more random deliveries?” Katelyn wondered with a frown. She went to open the door, but when she saw who was standing there, her mood instantly soured.


    Seeing Neil first thing in the morning was enough to ruin her day. Without a word, she tried to close the door in his face, but Neil stuck out his foot to stop it. His expression was a mix of emotions.


    “Hold on. There’s something we need to talk about,” he said.


    “I have nothing to say to you. Go now, or I’ll call security.”


    Katelyn pushed harder to close the door, but Neil kept it open with a firm grip. She gave up, staring at him warily. “What do you want from me?”


    “I want to talk to you about the partnership,” said Neil. He had realized the previous night that the Wheeler Group couldn’t afford to pull out of the jewelry market.


    He had invested heavily, pouring resources and pulling strings to break into this market. Abandoning it now would make all his efforts go to waste.


    Yes, the press conference had caused significant damage, but if they kept going, there was still a chance to recover their losses.


    Katelyn let out a sneer, her eyes turning cold.


    “Why on earth would I work with you? You know I’ve already signed on as the Adams designer, right?”


    Neil’s hands tightened into fists. He understood this was hisst opportunity. He couldn’t just stand by and watch the Wheeler Group copse under his leadership.


    “I get it,” he said. “That’s why I’m willing to pay double. You set the terms, and I’ll meet them, no matter the cost.”


    “Not interested. If you don’t leave now, I’ll call the police on you.” She then moved to shut the door.


    However, Neil’s next words stopped her in her tracks, catching herpletely off guard.


    “Mypany is facing a serious crisis, and you’re the only one who can turn it around.” Neil took a deep breath, clearly struggling with the decision he was about to make. “If you agree to help me, I’ll give you a share of mypany’s stock.”


    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, but she quickly understood the situation.


    Both the Adams Group and Wheeler Group had a lot riding on this project because the jewelry design was crucial for their smooth entry into the market.


    With rumors spreading online and pressure building, Neil was desperate to deliver the promised designs and salvage hispany’s reputation.


    It was no wonder he was willing to offer shares.


    Though the Wheeler Group wasn’t as powerful as the Adams Group, it was still a publicly listedpany and a key yer in the industry.


    Even owning just one percent of thepany’s shares would bring in millions in dividends every year.


    Katelyn’s curiosity sharpened, though there was a touch of doubt in her voice.


    “If I go along with this, how much are you willing to give me?”


    “Five percent,” Neil replied immediately.


    As thepany president, he only had control over fifty-two percent of the shares. Offering shares wasn’t just a one-time deal; it promised continuous profits.


    Katelyn appeared to consider his offer before saying, “I might be open to working with you, but you’ll need to agree to three conditions first.”


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