?Chapter 211:

    Katelyn, dressed in t shoes, stood over the man, who was still feebly attempting to resist. As she pressed down harder, his face shifted from pale to a deep purple, and he moaned in agony.

    Just moments before, he had been defiant, but now he was reduced to pleading at Katelyn’s feet. The thought of being defeated by a woman had never crossed his mind.

    “Please—just let me go. Someone hired me. I really know nothing.”

    Katelyn’s expression remained icy as she retorted sharply, “I gave you a chance, but you squandered it.”

    The man winced, grimacing under her relentless pressure. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for, just spare me.”

    “Hand over your camera,” Katelyn demanded, gesturing imperiously.

    With a quick motion of her finger, Katelyn signaled, and he quickly handed over the camera.

    She scrutinized every image on the memory card, finding herself in each one.

    Photos of her with Vincent and Neil were plentiful, including recent ones that he had cleverly angled to misrepresent the situation.

    For instance, although she was arguing with Neil, the images suggested they were sharing a flirtatious moment.

    These deceptive photos, aligned with harmful rumors spread by certain marketing ounts, made the gossip about her and Vincent increasingly believable.

    The extent of her suffering from these fabrications—and Vincent’s inadvertent involvement—only fueled her anger.

    She demanded coldly, “When did you start taking these photos of me covertly? Who is behind this?”

    The man faltered, “I can’t recall exactly.”

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    Her re intensified.

    “You’ve sealed your fate by wasting your final chance. The me is yours alone.”

    As she intensified the pressure on his chest with her foot, he cried out in pain. Eventually, he conceded.

    “Alright. I confess! Truthfully, I don’t know who it is. He always contacts me through email. He pays me each time I send him photos. This has been going on for nearly two years.”

    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed slightly as thoughts consumed her.

    That was when she first broke up with Neil.

    “Did you take those photos in the restaurant too?”

    The photographer clenched his jaw and nodded.

    “I really don’t know much. I just get paid for my work. Find the one who hired me if you want more details. Please, don’t bother me again.”

    The man, on the verge of tears, cursed his misfortune.

    All he wanted were quick bucks, yet here he was, confronting Katelyn, whom he now saw as malevolent.

    “Hand over your email address and camera. If you’re smart, you’ll understand the real suffering,” Katelyn’s oppressive aura made the man shiver with fear. He couldn’tprehend it—wasn’t she just a housewife before? How had she managed to capture the affection of two outstanding men?

    Her presence made him shudder as though a de were against his throat.

    Without hesitation, he quickly assured her, “I swear I’m telling the truth.”

    “That’s wise of you. Now, give me your name and address. I’ll find you if necessary. If you think of vanishing, I’ll search every corner of Granville for you.”

    Her piercing gaze was a clear warning—he was the mouse, and she was the cat.

    Fear gripped him so tightly he nearly gave in.

    “I’ll never lie to you, I promise. My name is Denis White. I’ll give you my number and address. Call me if you want to discuss further.”

    Once she sensed his sincerity, Katelyn withdrew her foot.

    Her expression was one of cool indifference.

    “Leave.”

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