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    Cormac attacked suddenly.


    Katelyn attempted to dodge the spray but still inhaled some of it. Almost immediately, dizziness washed over her, and she felt her strength begin to slip away.


    “What’s that in your hand?” she managed to ask.


    Cormac gave a sly smirk, now in full control. “Just a little something to ensure yourpliance. I’d rather not be harsh with a finedy like yourself, but you’ve left me no choice,” he said, his gaze cold and calcting.


    His expression, normally that of a burly viin, twisted into something threatening.


    “Don’t fret,” he continued, “I’m backing out of the deal with Vincent. Even if I have you, I won’t give up the project!”


    A wave of regret washed over Katelyn as she stumbled backward, realizing how badly she’d miscalcted Cormac’s cunning. Always the predator, she now found herself the prey. The room spun around her, and Cormac’s figure blurred in her dizziness.


    She gripped her phone in her pocket, knowing it was herst hope to summon help.


    With the remnants of her fading rity, she fumbled for the phone. Back in Yata, she had designated Vincent as her emergency contact. A quick series of five presses on the power button would automatically call him.


    Ignoring everything Cormac had just said, Katelyn covertly pressed the sequence, hidden safely in her pocket.


    Cormac’s grin broadened triumphantly. “Katelyn, I’ll take good care of you!”


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    He shoved her forcefully, sending her crashing onto the bed as he loomed over her.


    As he advanced to attack, Katelyn bit down on her tongue, the sharp pain cutting through the fog of the drug, momentarily clearing her thoughts.


    Quickly, Katelyn rolled aside and lunged at Cormac, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to choke him. With enough force, such a hold could incapacitate an adult within seconds.


    Katelyn knew she could try to escape and seek help, but the momentary rity from the pain was already fading. Considering her weakened state, she doubted she’d reach the door before Cormac intercepted her.


    Her time was running out, and a desperate action was her only option.


    Cormac fought back fiercely.


    Under normal circumstances, he would have sumbed to unconsciousness by now. However, Katelyn had overestimated her strength, especially against a man of his size. His face flushed with effort, and he summoned all his strength to shove her away.


    Katelyn tumbled to the floor, her head hitting the wall with a loud thud. The dizziness she already felt intensified, her vision blurring as reality and dreams seemed to merge, leaving her disoriented.


    Cormac, clutching his neck, red at her with rage and lethal intent. Between heavy coughs, he sneered, “You’re asking for death. I won’t let you leave here alive!” His teeth clenched in fury.


    He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto a wooden chair. Without hesitation, he marched over, seized the chair, and swung it down towards Katelyn.


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    Confident in his own ability, Cormac’s belief in the stakes surrounding the resort project made him reckless. He firmly believed that to Vincent, Katelyn was nothing more than a trophy, a possession to be paraded around. If she died at his hands, he was certain Vincent wouldn’t cause a stir.


    In the worst-case scenario, he reasoned, he could simply relinquish the resort project to Vincent.


    This audacity was why he faced Katelyn so openly.


    He held deep skepticism toward these so-called businessmen, particrly the high-flying CEOs, believing theycked genuine affection. In the end, it all boiled down to personal interests.


    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed as she tapped into herst reserves of strength, narrowly dodging the chair as it came crashing down.


    However, that was her final surge of strength, and she felt despair wash over her.


    If Cormac attacked once more, she knew she wouldn’t be able to evade him. Throughout her life, she had imagined many ways her end mighte, but never had she pictured falling at the hands of such a brute.


    With resignation, she shut her eyes, her mind reying the faces of everyone she had encountered in her life. Vincent’s face lingered as the clearest memory.


    Just as Cormac raised the chair once more, poised to strike, the door suddenly flew open.


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