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    Vincent’s voice and gaze were soothing, yetced with tension.

    Neil looked visibly irritated as he clenched his fists.

    “I swear on my honor that I have notmitted such an act.”

    Katelyn nearly burst intoughter, clearly amused. She found his oath charmingly outdated, especially since he swore on his honor.

    In her eyes, Neilcked any real sense of honor. She even thought a stray dog possessed more integrity than he did.

    Vincent, maintaining hisposure, responded, “I trust only in facts and evidence.”

    The two locked gazes, simmering with annoyance, one cool and assured, as if he had the upper hand.

    Despite their reputations as remarkable individuals, their stark contrasts were evident when they stood side by side.

    Neil gritted his teeth.

    “Mr. Adams, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Meanwhile, I ask that you refrain from further usations against Wheeler Group for now.”

    Vincent paused, then slowly nodded.

    “You have one week to prove this incident isn’t linked to you, and I’ll spare the Wheeler Group.”

    “Agreed,” Neil responded promptly. “A week is sufficient.”

    As Neil prepared to leave, he nced at Katelyn significantly, signaling that their discussion was far from over.

    Katelyn rubbed her temples, feeling the onset of a migraine.

    She desperately pondered how to distance herself from Neil.

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    Vincent approached her, his tall, solid silhouette casting a shadow over her.

    “What was his reason for bothering you just now?”

    “He asked me again if I was Iris and even smashed myptop. I feel sick every time I think of him now. Once the divorce is final, I’ll seek a restraining order,” Katelyn exined to Vincent in a tone of defeat.

    She had already attempted to obtain a restraining order against Neil, but since their marriage was still legally recognized, her request had been immediately rejected. The more Katelyn dwelled on the issue, the more her frustration grew.

    Vincent examined the crack on Katelyn’sptop and offered,

    “I have several spareptops in my office. Feel free to take one.”

    Katelyn responded,

    “It’s fine. I have anotherptop at home. I’ll send you ten more drafts in the evening, though they might be a bitter than usual.”

    While speaking, Katelyn nced at her watch.

    “It’ste, Mr. Adams. I have to leave now. Goodbye.”

    “Okay.”

    Katelyn headed to her car, and soon, the red Ferrari sped off.

    Jaxen, resting his hand on Vincent’s shoulder, seemed pensive.

    “Do you think you’ll fall in love soon? Can I assist you? With my experience, I could offer aplete guide to winning her heart.”

    Vincent, appearing uninterested, looked at Jaxen.

    “You’re mistaken. We’re merely business partners.”

    As he dismissed him with a wave of his hand, Vincent walked toward the elevator, and Jaxen tagged along.

    “Merely business partners? That’s hard to believe. Didn’t you take her for a drive recently? Was it Katelyn?”

    Vincent remained silent as Jaxen continued to probe.

    Jaxen, skeptical, smirked and said,

    “Well, if you’re not interested in Katelyn, I might pursue her myself. She’s quite stunning, after all.”

    As Jaxen said that, Vincent halted abruptly, causing Jaxen, who had been following behind, to bump into him and yelp in pain.

    Regaining hisposure, Vincent gave him a stern look.

    “Don’t try any games with Katelyn. She’s not like the others.”

    Jaxen, startled by Vincent’s intense look, felt a chill.

    “Really, dude? Are you serious?” Jaxen inquired, his voice uncertain.

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