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    Katelyn’s expression remained calm as she faced Bartley.


    “Your fiancée has orchestrated two assassination attempts on me in this hotel. As its owner, don’t you think you should answer for that?”


    Bartley’s face changed immediately, disying a flicker of disbelief.


    “Two attempts on your life?”


    Katelyn offered a slight smile, gesturing to her damaged sleeve where a de had nearly struck.


    “The most recent attempt was just an hour ago. I suggest you check the security footage. Is this the level of security we expect from a premier hotel?”


    Katelyn’s voice was edged with sarcasm, her eyes gleaming with irony. The insinuation was clear.


    How could the assant have bypassed security so effortlessly unless Bartley was involved?


    Bartley grasped the insinuation and replied earnestly,


    “Miss Bailey, rest assured, I will look into this thoroughly. I promise to deliver the culprit to you personally.”


    Katelyn’s expression became detached, almost casual.


    “And when might that happen?”


    Bartley looked puzzled for a moment.


    “What?”


    “When do you n to identify this assassin and bring him to me? I’ve already told you, he’s someone close to Elora, recognizable by his distinctive green eyes. You’d know him instantly.”<fnf581> Newest update provided by FindN0vel</fnf581>


    Katelyn’s patience started to wane, her elegant brows furrowing.


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    “Perhaps in three days?”


    For Bartley, identifying and presenting the assassin to Katelyn wasn’t inherently challenging, but it depended on his actual desire to cooperate.


    He also needed to clear his own name convincingly, now more than ever, given her obvious suspicions.


    Vincent’s voice was steady and neutral, showing no emotion.


    “Think about the damage if word gets out that a luxury…”


    “Hotel like this has ongoing security issues. It could be disastrous for your business, don’t you think?”


    Bartley’s face grew more troubled, his hands tightening into fists.


    His hotel’s sess, which had grown significantly, relied not just on local patrons from Yata but also heavily on foreign tourists.


    If this issue spreads, the fallout could be catastrophic.


    Vincent’s remarks were essentially a veiled threat.


    Bartley contained his irritation and responded quietly, “I swear on my family’s honor that I have nothing to do with these attacks. Elora has shares in the hotel too. I’ll start the investigation at once. In three days, I will have the assassin in your hands.”


    Katelyn signaled her agreement with an “OK” gesture.


    “Alright. You have three days. Use them wisely.”


    Bartley clenched his jaw silently, his thoughts whirling as he prepared to leave.


    Regarding the VIP membership card he had offered her, Katelyn barely gave it a nce before flinging it onto a nearby table.


    She wasn’t interested in financialpensation. Her real desire was to distance herself from these dangerous individuals.


    During their exchange, Jaxen had taken the chance tob through Katelyn’sptop, yet discovered nothing unusual. He and Vincent exchanged a nce that carried weight.


    Perhaps their suspicions were misced. Maybe Katelyn wasn’t TS after all.


    Vincent’s expression tightened. Was everything really merely coincidental, or was Katelyn just incredibly clever at concealing her tracks?


    And why did she keep hiding her true identity? Was he just being overly suspicious?


    Vincent suggested to Katelyn, “Get some rest. We’ll resume our efforts on the systemter.”


    “Alright,” Katelyn responded, masking her awareness with a smile as she nodded.


    After escorting Vincent and Jaxen out, Katelyn settled back at herptop, tapping the keys lightly twice. She then authenticated her identity using her fingerprint and iris scan. Instantly, her screen shifted to an entirely different interface.


    Katelyn’sptop held far too much valuable information, and after it had been stolen thest time, she’d learned her lesson. So she had installed an advanced security system, ensuring that no one but her could ever uncover the secrets hidden behind the screen.


    Back in the room, Jaxen slumped on the sofa, giving Vincent a look of resignation.


    “I get that you’re anxious to pinpoint TS quickly, but not everyone fits the bill. Katelyn’sputer seems to be just a regr one with advanced specs,” Jaxen said, but then hesitated, adding, “Unless she’s hiding a backup somewhere.”


    Vincent turned his attention to him, his voice cold as he asked, “Didn’t you notice that other odd detail?”


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