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    Vincent’s gaze hardened as he scanned the room, stopping on a bald man at the center of attention. “Direct your attention to twelve o’clock.”


    Katelyn instinctively followed his direction. The bald man, his overweight figure barely contained by his suit, held a champagne ss and was the epicenter ofughter and conversation. The crowd around him indicated his significant influence at the event.


    Vincent, with a thoughtful expression, exined, “His name is Dalton Gilbert. The Gilbert family has been a powerhouse in the jewelry industry for centuries. This is a major opportunity, too significant for me to tackle alone.”


    Realization dawned in Katelyn’s eyes as she looked up at him. “So…”


    Katelyn quickly understood what Vincent was nning. She didn’t wait for him to articte his thoughts, already piecing it together herself.


    “You’re aiming to coborate with him and monopolize the jewelry market, correct?”


    The Adams family had long been a powerhouse, initially making their mark in real estate. Despite their recent venture into jewelry, enhancing Adams Jewelry’s profile, they hadn’t yet gained the market control that Vincent was after.


    Vincent, both skilled and driven, had his sights set on dominating not just the international jewelry scene but also the local market.


    A flicker of appreciation showed in Vincent’s eyes. It was refreshing for him to converse with Katelyn, who quickly tuned into his strategic thinking, often preempting his exnations with her insights.


    “He possesses the resources I need, though his greed is boundless,” he said.


    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed, darkening as she locked onto Dalton, catching him red-handed, taking advantage of his femalepanion. Her face twisted with disgust.


    Dalton seemed to only respect power and attraction, both of which he exploited.


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    “I can hardly stand dealing with someone who oozes such lechery. It’s offensive,” Katelyn said, her voice filled with loathing.


    Vincent, swirling his champagne, responded indifferently, “Don’t worry. I don’t n to share the market with him indefinitely, but to eventually dethrone him.”


    His n didn’t include long-term partnerships or profit-sharing. The Gilbert family had reaped the rewards of the jewelry market for far too long, and now it was Vincent’s turn.


    Dalton had been behind several anonymous scandals at the Adams Group’s expense during their past press conferences unveiling their jewelry venture. Vincent was determined to exact retribution, intending to make Dalton pay dearly.


    Vincent’s casual tone carried the confidence of a game master, as if he already had the entire situation under his control. Katelyn simply nodded, acknowledging his n.


    Vincent’s assertive tone implied he already had a solid strategy devised.


    “Feel free to reach out if you ever require assistance,” Katelyn said, casually reaching for a champagne ss.


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