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    Katelyn looked bewildered, torn between confusion and disbelief as she tried to process the situation. If she wasn’t just another employee to Vincent, then what exactly was she? Was he really about to admit he had feelings for her? That idea seemed impossible.


    Her quick, sarcastic remark shut down whatever Vincent was about to say next. His eyes softened, but there was something deeper—something he wasn’t fully saying. “I told you it would only take a week to fix everything here, and then we can talk about us.” In that moment, Vincent knew he couldn’t ignore what he felt any longer.


    If Katelyn had never entered his life, he would have married the princess, no doubt—purely out of convenience. But now, a voice inside told him clearly: life without Katelyn was unthinkable.


    She clenched her fists just enough to feel the tension, a sharp pain tugging at her heart. She gave a cold, tight-lipped smile. “Like I’ve said before, you don’t need to involve me in this. I’m just a regr employee, and I’m not in any position to carry your problems.”


    Katelyn’s eyes lingered on Vincent, her expression steady but sharp. “If that’s hard to grasp, Mr. Adams, I can repeat it as many times as you need.”


    Vincent sighed, his tone quieter. “This engagement—it’s always been about business. Still, that’s on me for not making it clear from the start.”


    Katelyn stayed silent, arms crossed loosely as she waited. She wasn’t sure what else he could possibly add, but she was curious enough to listen.


    “I don’t have feelings for the princess,” he admitted. “Tomorrow morning, I’m going to negotiate ending the engagement.”


    Katelyn’s irritation bubbled up, creeping into her voice. “Mr. Adams, I’ve already said it—I’m just an employee of yours. I don’t have the right to ask about your personal life, and I shouldn’t be involved in it.”


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    She drew in a long breath, letting her words sink in. “If there’s nothing else, I’m heading back to my room. Also, I don’t want to stay in Yata any longer. I’ll go home first. Once I finish those designs for Selina, I’ll email them to her.”


    Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “Is my engagement the reason you’re in such a hurry to leave?”


    “No,” Katelyn replied firmly, shaking her head. “I’ve wanted to leave Yata for a long time. It’s not about you.” Her words were clear and straightforward, not seeking permission but simply stating the truth.


    Vincent opened his mouth to respond, but Katelyn cut him off, her tone unwavering. “Mr. Adams, you need to go.” This was the second time she had told him off, her fists curling slightly, though her demeanor remained calm.


    Just then, Vincent’s phone rang, the sharp, urgent sound cutting through the moment.


    It was Samuel.


    “Mr. Adams,” Samuel said quickly, his voice tense. “We’ve located the traitor responsible for the losses at the branch. He’s in Yata, near your location. I’ve sent a team to capture him.”


    The Adams family had spent years building a prosperous business, expanding into multiple industries. A betrayal like this could cause significant damage.


    “I’m on my way back now. Don’t let him escape,” Vincent replied, his voice calm but tinged with urgency.


    “Yes, sir,” Samuel responded, before hanging up. Momentster, Vincent’s phone buzzed again—this time, with a map from Samuel showing the traitor’s location just blocks away.


    “There’s something I need your help with,” Vincent said, turning toward Katelyn.


    “Of course,” she answered, assuming it was something rted to her usual duties.


    But as the car sped through the city streets, it dawned on her what Vincent actually meant. This wasn’t about work—it was about the traitor.


    Feeling uneasy, Katelyn nced at him. “Mr. Adams, I’m not sure I’m the right person for this. I don’t really know how to handle something like this.”


    Vincent’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his hand firm as he steered smoothly through the thick traffic. His movements were calm but precise, as though he had done this a thousand times before.


    Without looking over at her, he spoke in a quiet, steady voice, “Most of my people are out of town. The traitor’s armed, and no one shoots like you.”


    He remembered her wless aim at the shooting range, how impressed he had been by her skill.


    If she hadn’t chosen to be a designer, there was no doubt Katelyn would have been a top sniper.


    Katelyn looked like she had something to say, but she held it back, staying silent as they arrived at the location where the traitor was hiding.


    Just as they were about to get out of the car, the sharp sound of gunfire rang through the air, loud and clear from somewhere ahead.


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