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    Katelyn’s words shifted the mood dramatically.

    Everyone tensed up immediately.

    It was a rare asion to have Vincent at a dinner party, and someone had the audacity to pull such a stunt.

    The woman was instantly caught off guard and appeared flustered. Though previously angered by the p, her anger now faded.

    “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

    “Then what’s that thing you’re holding?”

    Katelyn edged closer. She had observed, upon entering, that the woman had approached Vincent.

    If her suspicions were correct, they were attempting to drug Vincent, likely with something unsavory like an aphrodisiac.

    At that moment, Katelyn felt sorry for Vincent. The higher the status, the greater the risks one must endure.

    Upon hearing Katelyn’s usation, all eyes turned to the woman’s hand.

    Caught in the act, she tried to conceal whatever she was holding, but it was already toote.

    “Show your hands,” Katelyn ordered coldly, her voice full of authority.

    The woman with long, curly hair started to retreat, ncing towards the man who had defended her earlier.

    At first, the fat man had strongly backed her, but when he saw their scheme had been uncovered, he quickly sat down, clearly anxious about getting himself into trouble.

    All eyes were now fixed on the woman with long, curly hair.

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    The room fell silent, heavy with tension and anxiety. Some guests were even afraid to make a sound.

    “Who dares to target Vincent so shamelessly?” They were truly digging their own graves.

    Katelyn narrowed her eyes and offered a way out.

    “Show it, and you might just get another chance.”

    The woman with long hair looked around the room, her eyes pleading for assistance, but no one moved to help. She finally understood the gravity of her situation.

    With a shaky hand, she extended it.

    It was then clear to everyone that a white pill was in her palm.

    Katelyn quickly intervened, preventing the pill from ending up in Vincent’s drink.

    “What is this intended for?”

    Suddenly, Katelyn’s voice, once soft and gentle, dropped to a hauntingly seductive tone.

    “I believe you were manipted into this. Just tell us who coerced you and the purpose of this pill. This is your only chance to clear your name. The instigator is probably sitting right here at this table, pretending not to see your distress, right?”

    Katelyn’s words were carefully chosen to steer the conversation.

    The woman with long, curly hair was visibly petrified.

    She shuddered and cast a nce back at the fat man. Although she didn’t say anything, everyone present was observant enough to piece things together.

    Katelyn’s previous statements had made the instigator of the plot painfully obvious to everyone.

    Some guests turned their gazes toward the fat man in confusion.

    The man stood up in an instant, his face filled with anger.

    “Are you using me? I defended her because she was being mistreated! How was I supposed to know she was nning to harm Mr. Adams?”

    His re intensified at the end of his rant, a clear signal for her to keep quiet.

    Vincent had consistently rejected the man’s project proposals, leading him to n to manipte Vincent into signing a contract for his own gain.

    But his methods were underhanded, and if Vincent were to learn the truth, his downfall was inevitable. The man’s growing panic made him appear even more threatening.

    The woman with long, curly hair was stunned, feeling utterly abandoned.

    Katelyn said deliberately as the woman teetered on the edge of despair,

    “It looks like the mastermind has abandoned you. Are you still willing to protect his malicious scheme? Now that you’ve offended Mr. Adams, do you think you can stay in this city?”

    Each word from Katelyn was suffocating, relentlessly wearing down the woman’s defenses.

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