?Chapter 129:

    Vincent and Jaxen, childhood ymates, grew up together but were fundamentally different.

    Vincent, naturally indifferent, only found excitement in business and had never pursued romantic rtionships. Any woman bold enough to approach him faced severe rejection. On the other hand, Jaxen embraced his role as adies’ man, casually dating numerous women without evermitting.

    Vincent’s stare was now icy and piercing. He dismissed Jaxen’s question with a turn of his head and walked away.

    Jaxen hurried after him, assuring, “Don’t worry. I’ll leave Katelyn alone, as you wish.”

    Vincent’s re intensified.

    “Enough. Return to your duties.”

    Jaxen, rmed, immediately fell silent.

    Previously, Jaxen had faced a harsh penalty for upsetting Vincent, spending two miserable months working in a warehouse, an ordeal he would never forget.

    He had since learned his lesson well—he could cross anyone but Vincent.

    On a different note, Katelyn was heading to aputer store to repair herptop.

    Upon entering, she noticed the owner, distracted by his phone, sitting behind the counter.

    Katelyn approached and courteously requested, “Could you please look at myptop and see if it can be fixed?”

    The middle-aged store owner nced upzily and then began inspecting herptop.

    “I can fix this. Leave it here ande back in two days.”

    “Great.”

    After arranging the repair, Katelyn paid the deposit before leaving.

    Although she knew enough aboutputers to manage the repair herself, she preferred to focus on her design work instead of delving into hardware issues.

    As Katelyn opened her car door to leave, she glimpsed a white car parked along the roadside.

    She noticed someone seated in the driver’s seat from her vantage point.

    A memory struck her—she had seen this white car trailing her during her earlier drive.

    Now, with her car stopped to handle theptop issue, she noticed the white car had also stopped. She pondered if she was being followed. Alert and pretending all was normal, Katelyn climbed into her Ferrari.

    She intentionally slowed her pace, catching sight in the rearview mirror of the white car’s driver hastily entering the store she had just left.

    Katelyn realized the individual was after herptop. Without hesitation, she executed a swift U-turn.

    Sadly, she was toote.

    The white car’s driver had seized herptop and sped off, aware that he had been spotted. The car vanished quickly. A fierce look crossed Katelyn’s eyes as she elerated. She shifted gears rapidly, but just as she floored the elerator, the traffic light ahead turned red.

    Meanwhile, the white car took advantage of the yellow light, speeding through the intersection.

    With the light against her, Katelyn lost sight of the car.

    Fists clenched, she suspected Neil’s involvement, not believing he would go so far as to steal herptop to prove she was Iris. Luckily, the drawings she had created were safely stored in the cloud.

    The uing press conference for Adams Group’sunch event had to be wless, especially now that herptop—and potentially sensitive drafts—werepromised.

    Taking a deep breath and leaning back, Katelyn dialed the police.

    “Hello, I want to report a theft. Yes, myptop has just been stolen,” she reported calmly.

    On the other side, the driver of the white car reached Wheeler Group as quickly as possible, pulling theptop out eagerly.

    “Mr. Wheeler, we’ve seeded,” he announced triumphantly.

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