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    Samuel was at a loss for words.


    If something was destined to happen, it would happen, and one had to face it one way or another.


    He forced a strained smile and replied, “Understood, Mr. Adams.”


    Meanwhile, Katelyn remained hidden under her nket, as if she could somehow escape from reality. After about thirty minutes, she finally decided to emerge.


    This coboration with Selina was crucial, and she was determined to secure the project.


    Vincent had given her two chances, which only underscored how difficult it was to negotiate with Selina.


    The next time she spoke to him, she would have to remind herself to see him as just any other superior.


    Katelyn repeated this thought in her mind for several minutes, almost like a form of self-hypnosis. She quickly applied a bit of makeup and changed into a simple yet elegant evening dress.


    Earlier that afternoon, Vincent had sent over a document outlining Selina’s schedule for the day. The restaurant they were heading to was a high-end establishment with a strict formal dress code.


    She wore a champagne-colored dress with matching high heels. The dress wasn’t overly extravagant, but its design subtly highlighted her figure, striking a bnce between elegance and simplicity.


    Once she felt mentally ready, Katelyn approached Vincent’s door, her bag clutched in her hand, and gave a firm knock.


    Vincent had also changed into his signature ck suit.


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    When he saw Katelyn in her chosen attire, his eyes immediately brightened. She typically preferred casual outfits, mostly in ck. It was rare to see her in light colors, especially a unique shade like champagne. The fabric shimmered under the lights, enhancing her naturally delicate features and making her appear even more luminous and striking.


    She exhaled softly and asked, “Mr. Adams, should we get going?”


    Vincent pulled his gaze away and remarked, “The color looks good on you. You should consider wearing lighter shades more often.”


    Katelyn nodded with a casual air, choosing not to respond. For now, she wanted to keep her interactions with him to a minimum, sticking strictly to work topics. That way, she could avoid feeling awkward or ufortable.


    Samuel had already brought the car around to the hotel entrance. They both settled into the back seat.


    As soon as she got in, she shifted to the far right, nearly pressing herself against the door. The spacious backseat now felt like an ocean separating them, a result of her deliberate effort to keep her distance.


    Vincent noticed her subtle movements but remained silent, recliningfortably in his seat.<fn2a92> This text is hosted at find·novel</fn2a92>


    He had been observing more sides of hertely, and whether she was shy or fully immersed in her work, she remained just as captivating.


    The car soon pulled up to the restaurant, known for its exclusive reservation-only policy. This ce catered to a select few, epting only a limited number of guests each day, and entry was strictly controlled by a reservation confirmation.


    Vincent retrieved the confirmation slip from his pocket, and they were quickly granted ess.


    Upon stepping inside, Katelyn’s eyes were immediately drawn to the understated yet unmistakably luxurious decor. Granville had its fair share of upscale dining spots, but few could rival the level of detail here; everything seemed crafted to perfection. In the center of the dining area, a small orchestra yed softly, with a cellist and a pianist creating a soothing atmosphere. The music filled the room with a gentle, romantic melody, reminiscent of an ageless love song.


    The atmosphere inside was calm and inviting, perfect for unwinding after a long day, with the gentle music easing away any lingering tension.


    They selected a table near the window, and she took the chance to discreetly observe the other guests.


    Only two other tables were upied, each by a pair—a man and a woman. They spoke in hushed tones, careful not to disturb the quiet ambiance.


    Her eyes scanned the faces of the women at those tables, but there was no sign of Selina.


    “She may arrive a bitter. In the meantime, why not try some of the house specialties?” Vincent suggested.


    Katelyn nodded in agreement, but then caught him ncing down at her right foot.


    “Is your ankle not hurting anymore? Why would you wear high heels?” he asked.


    Katelyn’s long dress brushed against the floor, concealing her shoes, which was likely why he hadn’t noticed earlier.


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