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    Neil’s eyes zed with anger, his expression dark and stormy.

    Behind him, Lise appeared pitiful, clearly having voiced herints to him.

    The auction was on pause, leaving many seats empty. With a menacing re, Neil clenched his teeth and said, “Katelyn, what was in that spray you used on Lise?”

    Lise, following behind, looked both vulnerable and distressed, her reddened face as though she had been greatly wronged.

    Observing her, Katelyn noticed that her hair was even more disheveled than it had been earlier in the restroom. Clearly, Lise had messed up her own hair to make her story more convincing in an attempt to smear Katelyn.

    Katelyn stood up, her stunning features set in an expression of cold irritation. “You should be asking Lise what was in that bottle. I’m curious as well.”

    Neil, taken aback by her response, clenched his fists in frustration.

    Vincent, standing nearby, watched thoughtfully. He had observed Katelyn examining the liquid in the spray when she returned.

    It was clear there had been an altercation between Lise and Katelyn in the restroom.

    Lise’s voice broke as she spoke through sobs, ying the victim.

    “You sprayed it on me! Why are you questioning me now?”

    She paused to wipe away her tears.

    “I just wanted to clear up our misunderstandings with a calm discussion. Why would you do this to me? I’ve always been sincere with you. Even though you’ve taken everything from me, I held no resentment… But you…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her voice choking on sobs.

    Katelyn’s gaze was cold and mocking. “You’re really good at twisting the truth. It was you who approached me in the restroom and used the spray on me.”

    Katelyn realized that Neil had once again taken Lise’s side based on her version of the story, prompting his confrontational approach. At times, she was truly confused. How had Neil ever managed to be CEO of Wheeler Group when he was so easily deceived?

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    He ruled the business world yet failed to see through Lise and her lousy tricks. If only she could manipte facts like Lise did, perhaps her marriage with Neil wouldn’t have ended so tragically.

    Lise wiped away her tears as she sobbed.

    “You use me of bringing the spray and using it on you, yet here it is in your hand. Look at the state I’m in because of you. Don’t you feel any shame attacking me like this?”

    Katelyn toyed with the spray bottle in her hand, aware of Lise’s attempt to tarnish her reputation. Still, Lise’s tactics were clumsy and ineffective.

    “You imed the bottle was mine, so your fingerprints shouldn’t be on it. With today’s advanced forensic technology, we could easily have it analyzed to see who’s really lying,” Katelyn pressed on.

    Lise’s heart raced.

    Damn it! Why hadn’t she thought of this sooner? But Katelyn was relentless, pressing further. “What’s in this?”

    Throughout the ordeal, Vincent remained silent, casually observing everyone’s reactions. He then turned to look at the bottle in Katelyn’s hand. He wasn’t sure what the substance was, but he suspected it was something harmful.

    Lise faltered, struggling to find words.

    She gritted her teeth, remaining stubborn.

    “I don’t know, but it’s clear that you’ve hurt me. I’ll find my own way to seek justice.”

    Katelyn, with a hint of sarcasm and looking toward Neil, asked, “Now, do you see who’s lying?”

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