?Chapter 189:

    Katelyn turned, a bit perplexed.

    The door to the private room remained shut, leaving no clue as to who was inside.

    They had selected a newly opened upscale restaurant for dinner. While the food was praised, the prices bordered on extravagant.

    Only people with significant influence or deep pockets could reserve a private room in such a restaurant.

    Katelyn gave a slight shake of her head, curiosity in her voice.

    “Did you n this?”

    “Vincent? Of course! Did you n this or what? It’s almost like you run into each other by sheer fate every time.”

    After finishing her exnation, Aimee turned her gaze to Katelyn, her interest piqued.

    No matter how she viewed it, Aimee couldn’t shake the feeling that Katelyn and Vincent made an ideal pair.

    If Vincent had been the one Katelyn met years ago, perhaps her love life would not have spiraled into such confusion.

    Noticing the gleam in Aimee’s eyes, Katelyn quickly caught on to her thoughts and shut it down.

    “Aimee, don’t even start. He’s just a business associate. Maybe he’s here for work.”

    She had already been burned by love once. Why would she willingly walk into that trap again?

    Moreover, Katelyn respected Vincent deeply but had never entertained any improper feelings for him.

    Aimee gave a smile.

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    “Don’t you know?”

    Katelyn raised an eyebrow.

    “What?”

    Aimee, in no rush, cleared her throat and replied with deliberate slowness,

    “A man who truly loves you can take a bullet for you and still pick up your breakfast.”

    Without meaning to, Katelyn’s mind drifted to the breakfast he made her the other day.

    She still hadn’t figured out whether Vincent had ordered it or made it himself.

    He had taken a bullet on her behalf and then made sure she had breakfast.

    Katelyn’s hands balled into fists without her realizing it, her mind elsewhere.

    Noticing her distraction, Aimee waved her hand in front of Katelyn’s face, snapping her back to reality.

    With a more serious tone, Aimee, who had plenty of rtionship experience, offered her advice:

    “Overthinking won’t get you anywhere. A failed rtionship is not the end of the world. It simply teaches you what to look for and helps you understand who is truly worth your time.”

    Katelyn quickly cut her off, sighing in exasperation.

    “Aimee, enough already.”

    She had no interest in hearing any more talk about rtionships.

    Her past experience burned, now making her overly cautious.

    Katelyn had already resigned herself to a life of independence. Who said solitude equaled loneliness? It could just as easily mean freedom—a kind of romance in itself.

    Aimee sighed in resignation and nodded.

    They decided to order the restaurant’s signature set meal. After a few bites, Katelyn excused herself and headed to the bathroom.

    As Katelyn washed her hands at the sink, hushed conversation from one of the stalls caught her attention.

    “Mr. Marrow, you can rx. Everything’s been set in motion. Vincent doesn’t stand a chance this time. Once we have gathered enough dirt on him, he will bepletely under our control.”

    The woman’s voice brimmed with excitement,pletely unaware of the ears listening outside. Katelyn felt a heavy weight settle in her chest.

    Vincent was in the farthest private room, and considering his position, it wasn’t surprising that he constantly had to navigate through plots and betrayals.

    Katelyn quickly wiped her hands and slipped out quietly. She sent Vincent a warning message that read:

    “Someone is scheming to harm you. They could be tampering with your wine. Stay vignt.”

    When he didn’t respond for a while, Katelyn’s anxiety deepened.

    Katelyn concealed herself in the corner and watched as a woman exited the bathroom, carrying something in her hand.

    The woman was headed directly toward the private room where Vincent and his guests were. Katelyn’s pulse quickened.

    Without a moment to spare, she frantically tried to call Vincent, but all she received was the impersonal, automated message:

    “Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy. Please try againter.”

    Katelyn’s heart dropped in an instant.

    Gripping her phone tightly, she hesitated for a moment before forcing herself to approach the woman.

    As she burst through the door, every gaze in the room locked onto her.

    And the individual seated at the head of the table was…

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