?Chapter 415:


    The caller ID was unknown, yet the number seemed oddly familiar.


    Katelyn used two SIM cards: one for her everyday interactions, and the other for her TS alias to handle orders.


    This call wasing to her second SIM.


    Then, she realized it was Vincent’s number on the screen.


    She hesitated with the phone in hand for quite some time before deciding not to answer.


    She figured it was best to wait until Jaxen arrived to assess the situation further.


    Katelyn worked tirelessly until 3 AM but hadn’t yet managed to prate the firewallpletely.


    To safeguard against breaches, Breck had fortified the system with a team of expert hackers.


    Each time she bypassed a securityyer, they immediately reinforced it with two more. essing the cloud data meant outmaneuvering the hacker team, which was proving to be quite challenging.


    In a desperate situation, her only option might be to crash their systempletely, risking exposure of all their internal data— a drastic measure she was reluctant to use unless absolutely necessary.


    Jaxen caught the earliest flight possible, and by 8 a.m., he was already knocking on Vincent’s door.


    As he knocked, he yelled, “Vincent, wake up! The sun’s shining on your butt!”


    Instantly, the door swung open, revealing Vincent with a stern expression.


    He was dressed sharply, with aputer and coffee set up on a table in the room.


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    Vincent turned and headed back inside, with Jaxen following closely.


    “This time, you’re actually dependable.”


    “How could I not be there for a friend in need?” Jaxen replied.


    Jaxen casually sank into the sofa and crossed his legs with ease. “Plus, this ties into your future happiness. You, the eternal iceberg, finally showing emotions—I’ve got to support that.”


    Vincent frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “What future happiness?”


    Jaxen leaned forward, his hand propping his chin, yfully asking, “Don’t tell me you’ve spent all this time with Katelyn and still haven’t sorted out your feelings?”


    Vincent paused, caught off guard.


    His feelings?


    He found himself reflecting on the time he’d spent with Katelyn.


    Every time Katelyn faced danger, his instinct to protect her kicked in before he even fully realized it.


    Whenever he witnessed Katelyn getting hurt, Vincent felt the pain too.


    It was apletely new sensation for him, as though Katelyn mattered to him more than he did to himself. Particrly memorable was the way Katelyn had shyly blushed before—it was vividly imprinted in his mind. Her bashful charm was like a flower on the verge of blooming.


    So, did he have feelings for Katelyn that went beyond mere friendship?


    As Vincent earnestly mulled over this, Jaxen’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Are you just now realizing your feelings for Katelyn? I’ve always called you an eternal iceberg as a joke, but it looks like I was actually right.”


    Vincent’s eyes briefly darkened as he turned back to Jaxen. “That’s enough.”


    Jaxen’s smirk carried a hint of pride. “You know, some people have a natural knack for understanding emotions. You, on the other hand, have all intelligence and no emotional insight. It’s only now, after all this time with Katelyn, that you’re recognizing your feelings. It’s nice to see you’re finally experiencing emotions.”


    As Jaxen finished hisment, Vincent gave him a chilling look.


    It was a quick re, but it carried a clear threat.


    Jaxen immediately fell silent.


    He knew that expression well—it was the same one Vincent used right before he threw Jaxen into the sea once.


    It was an unmistakable warning of danger.


    Jaxen quickly adopted an ingratiating smile.


    “Let’s get back to the matter at hand. We need to check out the cor around Katelyn’s neck. I haven’t worked with this type of technology before.”


    “Alright,” Vincent responded, picking up his phone to call Katelyn.


    Having stayed upte the night before, Katelyn answered with a raspy voice, still groggy. “Mr. Adams, what’s going on?”


    Her mind was still clouded with sleep, and she had forgotten about Jaxen’s visit.


    Vincent’s voice unexpectedly softened, a tenderness in his tone that even he didn’t recognize. “Pleasee to my room. Jaxen is here.”<fn0aed> Th?s chapter is updated by Find★Novel</fn0aed>


    “Okay,” Katelyn replied, her voice thick with sleep as she struggled to rise.


    After quickly freshening up, she made her way toward Vincent’s room. To her surprise, she encountered a stranger in the hallway.


    The man was sharply dressed, his attire reflecting a cold elegance. He headed straight for Katelyn.


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