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    Neil’s words also addressed the question Katelyn had not asked.

    It became clear that he had discovered her true identity through online information.

    Immediately, Katelyn thought of Celia and the others who got fired.

    From the resentful nces they had cast as they departed, she realized the situation was far from over.

    “You!” Neil was momentarily rendered speechless by his fury, his anger boiling over at Katelyn’s sarcasm. He could not recall when he had be so infuriatingly smooth-talking. Compared to her, he was nothing. Losing all patience, he strode forward, gripping her wrist tightly, and said in a cold, harsh tone,

    “Katelyn, do you find it amusing to deceive me with these lies? I should have realized it when Vincent promoted you to the head of the design department in hispany. You are Iris, aren’t you?”

    She yanked her arm away with force and stepped back a few paces.

    What infuriated her most was any form of physical contact with Neil. Even something as minor as holding hands made her seethe with anger.

    “Touch me again, and you will regret it, Neil.”

    With a dark look in his eyes, he moved closer, step by step.

    “You are pushing me into this. I promised that if you helped me with the project, I would consider taking you back. But it seems you are still not content.”

    Katelyn’sughter brimmed with anger.

    “Just who do you think you are? Return to you? To me, you are nothing but trash now. Just the thought of you makes my stomach turn.”

    Her eyes clearly conveyed her disdain.

    How could someone be so utterly foolish?

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    “And I am not Iris. If you keep harassing me with these absurd usations, don’t be surprised if I have you locked up.”

    As she made to turn and leave, Neil seized her arm with a firm grip.

    “You!”

    Before Neil could finish speaking, Katelyn’s eyes hardened with icy resolve.

    With a swift motion, she hurled him to the ground. A thud echoed as he hit the ground heavily, and the impact contorted his face with pain.

    When had Katelyn be so skilled inbat? Neil gritted his teeth, his eyes zing with fury. It was as if he wanted to devour her alive.

    Katelyn gazed down at him with disdain, brushing off her hands as if disposing of trash.

    Her expression was unyielding and frigid.

    “If you try to harass me again, I promise you will be treated even worse. Expect to spend at least a few weeks in the hospital.”

    Neil struggled to get up, but Katelyn had already ced her foot on his chest.

    Her two-inch stiletto was firmly nted there.

    From a different perspective, the scene might resemble something from a melodramatic idol drama. Yet, the contempt in Katelyn’s eyes and the rage in Neil’s were palpable.

    “Remember my warning. Do not test my limits again,” she warned.

    Neil’s face was twisted with hostility.

    “So this is your true self. I can’t believe you deceived me throughout our rtionship.”

    “The Katelyn you knew is gone. You and Lise destroyed her. Have you forgotten? She died the night she discovered you with Lise in bed.”

    As Katelyn spoke, a hint of self-mockery flickered in her eyes.

    In the past, she had been so naive and gullible. Despite hearing countless tales of romantic betrayal, she had believed Neil was different.

    In reality, the signs had been clear for a long time. Her regret wasn’t seeing it sooner—wasting time had been her mistake.

    Katelyn strode away in her high heels, and the red sports car’s tail created a graceful arc as she drove off.

    Neil awkwardly picked himself up, clenching his fists and brushing the dust off his chest.

    Though he had not fully uncovered her true identity, he was convinced that her prolonged association with him, without being honest, concealed ulterior motives.

    Katelyn had spent a significant amount of time dealing with Neil. By the time she arrived to meet Aimee, she was alreadyte.

    cing her bag down, she apologized.

    “Aimee, I got caught up in something.”

    Aimee waved away the apology nonchntly, her attention drawn to the private room at the back with a spark of intrigue.

    “No problem at all. But guess who I just spotted?”

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