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    Selina suddenly realized who Katelyn reminded her of. If she were to cover Katelyn’s eyes and only focus on the lower half of her face, the resemnce was striking. The surprise on Selina’s face was evident, catching the attention of both Katelyn and Vincent.


    Katelyn couldn’t help but ask, “I’m not of mixed race. Have you seen someone who looks like me?”


    Selina raised a hand slowly, closing her mouth in disbelief. Katelyn’s question seemed to confuse her just as much. “Why are you asking something like that out of the blue?” Selina replied.


    Katelyn’s hand twitched at her side, but she quickly rxed. She didn’t want to reveal too much to Selina just yet.


    “Miss Hathaway, I need to make one more request,” Katelyn said.


    Selina regained herposure, appearing more rxed. “Alright, go ahead. What is it?” she replied calmly.


    “If you evere across someone who looks like me, please tell me,” Katelyn said.


    This might be her only chance to uncover the truth about her family.


    Ever since she found out she wasn’t a Bailey, Katelyn had avoided this topic. The fear of being abandoned again, as the Bailey family had done, had kept her silent.


    However, Marlon’s recent situation had reignited something within her. She wanted to learn about her real parents, even if it meant keeping her distance and never making herself known.


    Selina immediately nodded. “I promise.”


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    As she spoke, Selina grabbed her phone and began typing something.


    After a moment, her eyes returned to Katelyn. During their earlier conversations, Vincent had led the discussion, and Selina had focused her attention on him. Now, her gaze waspletely fixed on Katelyn.


    “We have two months until the exhibition. I need you to secure that castle, no matter the cost.” Her eyes held a deeper meaning, something unspoken but important. “When the castle bes mine, whatever is inside could prove incredibly valuable.”


    “Valuable to you as well. I wouldn’t want you to miss that opportunity.”


    “Valuable to them as well?” Katelyn furrowed her brows in confusion.


    Vincent had already told her about the castle’s history, hinting at a legendary treasure believed to be hidden beneath it. However, he had never given her any details about what that treasure might be.


    Selina’s tone suggested there could be something even more precious than the rumored riches.


    Katelyn gave a casual nod. The goal today had been to present the designs to Selina and gauge her reaction. With that aplished, they didn’t stay any longer and decided to leave.


    However, Selina’s peculiar reaction continued to trouble Katelyn’s thoughts. Her expression was filled with disbelief, as though she had just seen something that defied logic.


    Katelyn’s hand moved to her face instinctively while she tried to make sense of it.


    Vincent’s steady voice broke through her thoughts. “If you’re looking for your biological parents, I can help with that.”


    He had been paying attention, noticing every change in her expression and every small gesture since they got in the car.


    Katelyn leaned back, hesitating for a moment before speaking quietly. “I appreciate that, Mr. Adams.” Right now, her main focus was on finding her real parents.


    Whether her parents were unaware of the switch or had deliberately chosen to abandon her was a question Katelyn would address once she found them. She no longer sought thefort of a family; she simply wished to see them, even if it meant keeping her distance.


    Vincent’s expression softened, the coldness and doubt from their first meeting fading.


    “Selina could be a useful lead. There’s a chance she knows something,” he suggested.


    Katelyn considered his words and nodded.


    “For her to react like that, there must be a significant secret involved.”


    Vincent didn’t add anything more.


    Katelyn drifted back into her thoughts as they made their way back to the hotel.


    Vincent noticed the weariness in her eyes, and an unexpected feeling of sympathy stirred within him. “Take today and tomorrow to rest. The g isn’t until tomorrow night.”


    “Got it. Thank you.”


    Katelyn felt utterly drained, her body heavy with fatigue. She hadn’t slept much over the past two days, and her mind was clouded, sluggish.


    She moved toward the bed, ready to copse for a moment of rest, when a sudden knock at the door interrupted her. Thinking it might be Vincent, she opened it, but a strong gust of wind mmed into her face!


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