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    “For the grand finale,” Selina said, her voice smooth, “I can make some arrangements for you. But only if your jewelry design wins over all the contestants.”


    “Got it.” Vincent nodded and led the way, with Katelyn falling into step beside him.


    The entire time, Vincent clearly held control over the discussion.


    He was about to secure a thirty-year partnership with Selina, along with the prime exhibition spot—and one of the hidden treasures beneath the castle.


    Katelyn’s curiosity finally got the better of her. She nced at Vincent, who maintained his calm, collected expression.


    “Mr. Adams,” she asked, unable to resist, “What kind of treasures are buried under the castle?”


    “I’ve heard it’s treasure maps, gold coins, and valuable artifacts. These old nobles from the past century may have lost their status, but their wealth is still beyond what most can imagine,” Vincent said casually, though a distant memory crept into his mind. He thought back to a moment from years ago.


    It was just before his grandfather, Peter Adams, had passed away.


    Petery in bed, his body weak, but he managed to lift his trembling hand, reaching for Vincent’s.


    “Vincent, you’re my best heir. Only you can recover that jade pendant. Bring it back, no matter the cost—even if it risks half of the Adams family’s fortune,” Peter had told him, his voice faint but serious.


    That was the first time Vincent had ever heard of the jade pendant.


    His expression tightened as he asked, “What pendant?”


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    Peter stared at the ceiling, his lips curving into a bitter smile.


    “That pendant was our family heirloom, stolen by a con woman. I’ve searched for it for years but came up with nothing. How am I supposed to face our ancestors now? I’m trusting you with this, Vincent. Don’t let me down.”


    Vincent gave a confident nod. “I’ll make sure yourst wish is carried out.”


    Peter’s smile lingered, but his eyes were sadder. “I know you don’t think much of me, but I’m about to die. Could you call me ‘Grandpa,’ even just this once?”


    Vincent remained quiet.


    He had never truly felt like part of the Adams family, and Peter was not someone he could ever call his grandfather. To Peter, he had always been just a tool, molded to take over the Adams Group. If there had been someone better suited, Vincent knew he wouldn’t have been chosen.


    Their bond wasn’t based on love—it was purely business.


    The word caught in Vincent’s throat. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. As Peter took his final breath, regret settled in his fading eyes. He left behind only what he had built—a fitting end for him.


    Vincent snapped back to the present, catching Katelyn’s concerned look. He responded casually, “From what my sources say, the Adams family heirloom is buried under the castle. It’s a circr jade pendant, but I’ve never actually seen it myself.”


    Katelyn nodded, taking in the information. “We’ve got two days before the banquet. I’ll start sketching my designs when we get back.”


    “Alright.”


    With their n in ce, the car pulled up to the hotel. Katelyn stepped out first, intending to wait for Vincent, but suddenly, everything began to spin. Her vision blurred, and it felt like the ground was shifting beneath her.


    She tried to shake off the dizziness, but it clung to her, no matter how much she tried. The world seemed to swirl, and the scenery wavered before her eyes. Just as she was about to fall, a steady hand gripped her waist, holding her upright.


    Vincent’s eyes were filled with concern. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.


    “Nothing. I’m just a bit dizzy,” Katelyn replied, trying to steady herself.


    She took a deep breath, attempting to clear the dizziness. She had eaten breakfast, so it shouldn’t be low blood sugar.


    Katelyn shook her head, pressing her lips together. “There are only two days until the banquet. I need to focus on the designs. It was just a brief spell of dizziness. It’s probably nothing serious.”


    “Work can wait. Your healthes first. We can’t ignore this.”


    Vincent’s tone was resolute as he gently but firmly guided her back to the car.


    After a moment of thought, Katelyn finally agreed.<fne705> Get full chapters from </fne705>


    Katelyn gave a nod.


    At the hospital, the tests were swiftly and thoroughly conducted. The doctor examined the results, his face growing serious.


    “If these results are urate, miss, it appears you’ve been poisoned,” the doctor said, his expression filled with concern.


    “Poisoned?” Katelyn’s voice trembled in shock.


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