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    Kaitlyn looked at Vincent, surprised that he seemed aware of the situation. She hadn’t expected him to notice, but given how observant and insightful he was, it wasn’t entirely shocking that this hadn’t escaped his attention. She nodded, acknowledging his assumption.


    “Neil sent me a photo, saying he had information about one of my rtives. He wanted to use that as leverage to make a deal with me.”


    As she exined, Kaitlyn took out her phone, scrolled to the photo in question, and handed it to Vincent so he could take a closer look.


    Vincent studied the photo with a serious expression. “There’s definitely some resemnce between you and this person, but the facial features have a distinct foreign quality. This one is likely from Granville.”


    As he looked more closely, he noticed that Kaitlyn’s own features didn’t align with the typical Granvillean look. Her brow stood out, her eye sockets were deep-set, and her face had sharp, angr lines. However, Kaitlyn’s striking eyes often drew attention, causing people to overlook her remarkable bone structure.


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    “I hesitated, but after seeing the photo, I chose to trust him. Neil told me it was my only chance to find my rtives and that I had no choice but to cooperate.”


    Vincent returned her phone with a knowing look. “He’s probably nning to use this as leverage to secure a foothold in the overseas market.”


    “Exactly, but I didn’t agree to his terms, and then the ident happened,” Kaitlyn exined, still confused by the crash.


    “If I remember correctly,rge trucks aren’t even allowed in the city center of Yata. On top of that, Neil and I weren’t the only ones at the scene of the ident. Lise was there too.”


    The cafe stood along the busiest street in the city, an area whererge trucks were prohibited from entering. With so many other shops around, why would the truck crash directly into the cafe’s ss window?


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    After dealing with countless schemes, Kaitlyn had grown skeptical of so-called coincidences. Lise’s presence at the scene only deepened her suspicions.


    Vincent’s expression clouded with confusion as he tapped his fingers on his knee, lost in thought. “Haven’t they already split up? So why were both of them there when the ident happened?”


    Even though Neil and Lise tried to present themselves as a happy couple in public, several media outlets had already started covering the cracks in their rtionship after the press conference. Some even published pictures of their arguments, though these were more gossip than factual reporting, and the truth behind it all still remained unclear.


    It was difficult for anyone to believe that Lise had told such a massive lie, especially considering Neil was left to deal with the fallout once the truth came out. By this point, most people assumed they had already ended things.


    Kaitlyn’s faint smile hinted at something deeper, as if she knew more than she was letting on.


    “Maybe they ended things before, but this ident might bring them back together—and probably even closer,” she said cryptically.


    Vincent, sharp as ever, immediately understood the implication behind Kaitlyn’s words. “You’re implying that Lise may have done something to reignite Neil’s feelings, and it could be connected to what happened during the crash.”


    The pieces of the puzzle started to fall into ce.


    “Lise rescued Neil, but considering how strange the crash was, it’s possible she nned the whole thing herself,” Kaitlyn added, impressed by Vincent’s insight and precise deduction.


    With just a small clue, he had managed to piece the situation together.


    “Still, this is all spection for now, without any solid proof,” Vincent mused. He spoke quietly, then added, “I’ll have someone investigate it. If we find any evidence, you’ll be the first to hear about it.”


    Staging an ident and turning it into an act of heroism seemed reckless and extreme, but it was undeniably effective. It could easily break the tension between them in a very short time. Considering Lise’s character, she seemed perfectly capable of pulling off a scheme like this.


    After all, fortune favored the bold.


    Just as the conversation ended, Jaxen entered the room, wearing a stern expression.


    “Hey, you won’t believe this. Guess who I just saw in the hallway?”


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