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    Previously, there had been whispers that Katelyn might still be alive. But now, with Vincent’s deration, Ryanna became even more convinced that Katelyn was truly gone. Only a man desperately in love would reject the truth sopletely.


    Ryanna made an instant decision; she would need to devise another strategy to draw Vincent to her side, to make him fully one of her people. That way, her family’s position would be unshakable. After all, the weapons Vincent controlled were far too valuable. The Yata royal family needed them.


    While harboring those thoughts, she kept her head bowed, eyes glistening. When she looked up again, she hadposed herself, though a lingering sorrow softened her features.


    “Katelyn was such a good person,” she whispered. “She will always live on.”


    Ryanna didn’t contradict Vincent’s words. Vincent observed her, his instincts sharpening. Ryanna was calcting. That much was obvious. But now, he saw it even clearer—this woman was not to be underestimated. Even when ambition burned within her, she could rein it in. A person like that… once they were fully in power, they would be dangerous.


    Vincent didn’t respond to her sentimental words. Instead, his gaze narrowed slightly. “Just say what you want to say. I don’t have time or mood for small talk.” His irritation was apparent.


    Ryanna knew she couldn’t push further. If she did, the conversation would fall apart entirely. She met his gaze,posed, and said, “I just wanted to check on you… and Katelyn. But now…”


    She paused, then let out a soft sigh. “Never mind.”


    She knew when to advance and when to retreat. But Vincent didn’t take the bait—he only watched her in silence.


    A faint smile curved her lips. “Take care of yourself, Mr. Adams. I’ll be going now. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. My father assured me that any request from you would be fulfilled.”


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    This statement was undoubtedly a peace offering extended to Vincent. Vincent understood her and the King’s intentions perfectly. But for now, he had no interest in being entangled with the royal family. After all, certain matters remained uninvestigated.


    Vincent regarded Ryanna with a slight nod. “I must extend my thanks for His Majesty’s generosity.” His words hung in the air, unadorned by further remarks.


    Ryanna, understanding the subtext of his brevity, knew that Vincent was not one to be easily persuaded. She had extended an olive branch, yet his response was ambiguous, a clear signal of his reluctance to ally with the Yata royal family at this juncture.


    Knowing she couldn’t coerce him, Ryanna conceded with a philosophical note. “Very well. Take care. Remember, health is our most precious treasure.”


    To this, Vincent offered only a gentle nod in return.


    Without another word, Ryanna turned and left the vi.


    Vincent’s gaze lingered on her departing silhouette, his eyes shadowed with an icy resolve. He was acutely aware of the game the Yata royals were ying.


    But they would be wise to keep their distance for now, or they would soon learn the bitter taste of regret.


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