?Chapter 194:

    The fat man grabbed the bottle from the table and smashed it violently toward the woman’s head. In that critical moment, Katelyn swiftly lifted her leg.

    She kicked the fat man’s wrist hard.

    The man cried out in pain, his face contorting as he staggered backward uncontrobly, dropping the bottle to the floor.

    Had Katelyn been even slightly slower, the bottle would have hit the woman’s head.

    Nobody anticipated that the fat man would resort to such drastic measures to silence the woman with long, curly hair. Katelyn’s fast reaction also caught them off guard. She sprang into action in an instant. Her quick kick to the fat man showcased her impressive agility and power.

    Vincent watched the scene unfold with a significant expression in his eyes.

    The woman with long, curly hair let out a scream, relieved she had been spared.

    Her relief quickly turned to anger.

    She had put herself on the line for the fat man, and now he had tried to end her life!

    With this realization, she quickly pulled out her phone and essed a previous recording.

    Upon ying it, the room filled with the fat man’s voice detailing their scheme.

    “I will arrange for you to sit next to Vincent, find an opportunity to drop this into his drink. I’ll handle the rest, and you’ll be well rewarded afterward.”

    His voice was unmistakable and resounding, providing undeniable evidence.

    The fat man tried to rise from the floor, looking noticeably pale, yet he remained defiant.

    “Mr. Adams, clearly this malicious woman is attempting to frame me. I would never do such a thing. Please investigate if you doubt me. How could I possibly wish to harm you?”

    Katelyn’s attention instinctively shifted to Vincent.

    Every story starts at gα?ησν????s

    He got to his feet. Dressed in a customized suit that fit him wlessly, his stern expression and piercing gaze added to his imposing presence.

    As Vincent stood, a heavy aura filled the room. The atmosphere seemed to grow colder with each passing moment.

    The woman with long, curly hair appeared terrified. She rubbed her arms, covered in goosebumps, regretting her reckless actions.

    How could she have been so foolish as to plot against Vincent?

    Vincent moved toward her with deliberate steps, his gaze briefly meeting hers as he passed.

    The woman shuddered more intensely, feeling as if an invisible de pressed against her throat.

    Yet, Vincent’s real target was not her, but the fat man. Even now, the fatty was desperately defending himself, his voice quivering as he verged on tears.

    “Mr. Adams, please, you have to believe me!”

    Before he could finish, Vincent swiftly kicked him in the chest.

    The fat man was sent crashing against the wall with such force that he coughed up blood.

    Vincent approached him casually, standing on his wrist, which elicited a horrifying scream from the man.

    As the scream rang out sharply behind him, Vincent scanned the room with an air of detachment. His voice sliced through the chaos with rity.

    “I hope this is thest time.”

    He had issued multiple warnings against such ruthless tactics, yet some still dared defy him. Their fate was sealed.

    His voice and cold eyes made everyone present shudder, and they quickly nodded.

    With a sickening crack, the fat man’s screams intensified. Vincent had broken his wrist.

    Katelyn watched from the sidelines, her gaze filled with mixed emotions.

    This was the first time she had witnessed his ruthless, almost merciless side.

    His expression remained stoic, his dark eyes indifferent.

    To him, crushing a man’s wrist seemed as trivial as stepping on an ant.

    To be more urate, in his eyes, human life might as well be as insignificant as an ant’s.

    Memories of a previous incident shed in Katelyn’s mind—the day Vincent had coldly shattered a man’s wrist. She suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

    .

    .

    .