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    Facing Vincent’s intense gaze, Katelyn feigned ignorance, her eyes filled with doubt.

    “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams, I didn’t quite catch what you said just now. I really don’t know much about these hackers. My expertise is in design.”

    The subtext was clear—she wasn’t the person to quiz about hacking.

    Vincent studied Katelyn, his gazeden with significance.

    “If a coincidence happens twice, it might be chance, but three times? That’s surely deliberate.”

    Jaxen, overhearing, scratched his head and asked, “Vincent, do you still think Miss Bailey could be TS?”

    Vincent responded only with a piercing look, his eyes sharp and cold, making anyone under his gaze uneasy. Katelyn, grasping the gravity of his suspicion, gestured to herself incredulously.

    “Mr. Adams, I just spoke with TS over the phone just now, so why suspect me?”

    Despite Vincent’s daunting stare, Katelyn mustered her finest acting skills to maintain a facade of innocence. Her face was a picture of confusion, her eyes wide and guileless, as though she was truly clueless.

    Vincent leaned forward, resting one hand on the table, and did not let any of Katelyn’s expressions escape his scrutiny.

    “All these coincidences—don’t you find them peculiar, Miss Bailey?”

    In that moment, the space between them diminished rapidly. Close enough to detail, Katelyn could even see the individual hairs on Vincent’s face, and she silently admired the intense detail of his features.

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    This face… it’s like a perfect sculpture crafted by divine hands, she thought silently.

    Katelyn nodded slowly, cautiously agreeing.

    “It does seem a bit suspicious, Mr. Adams, but I think you might be asking the wrong person. My insights really aren’t relevant here.”

    Vincent stood resolutely, one hand in his pocket, his expression detached.

    “I will exhaust every method to uncover TS’s identity. I just hope the oue is not disappointing.”

    Katelyn’s expression tensed immediately, revealing her anxiety.

    She wondered how topletely clear herself of Vincent’s suspicions.

    Whenever they locked eyes, sparks seemed to fly, each trying to read the other.

    Their conversation wasden with significance, understood only by the astute.

    Throughout it all, Katelyn maintained aposed facade, her smile forced, yet there remained an edge around Vincent.

    Jaxen, frustrated by the cryptic exchange, interjected bluntly, “There are just three of us here. If you need to say something, just say it. Am I an outsider?”

    Katelyn gestured helplessly and exhaled.

    “Mr. Adams, I understand your point. But I am not TS, and no amount of scrutiny will change that.”

    Vincent’s demeanor turned icy, his expression as hard as frost. Both recognized the reality.

    “I await the day everything isid bare,” he said, his tone final.

    Jaxen’s expression grew stern.

    Vincent seemed not to notice Jaxen’s reaction.

    Katelyn offered a resigned smile.

    “If you won’t believe me, Mr. Adams, then time will have to be our judge.”

    Suddenly, an rm sounded from theptop.

    Taking advantage of the moment, the hacker attempted another strike at the firewall currently under repair.

    Despite the attempt, the defense held firm.

    Vincent watched the screen, disying flickering snowkes, his expression somber.

    He had announced earlier that day that the resolution of this situation would involve cooperation with TS. It seemed his enemy was getting anxious.

    Right then, Jaxen eximed with a surge of excitement,

    “I’ve found him!”

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