?Chapter 218:

    The figure standing there was none other than Celia.

    Katelyn spotted her, and without attempting to hide, Celia approached with a mocking look in her eyes. Katelyn’s gaze sharpened as she watched Celia approach with intent.

    Despite the earlier attack from the short-haired woman, Katelyn had always suspected that someone was orchestrating things from behind. With a scornful look, Celia said, “Katelyn, you’re luckier than I thought. Don’t expect that luck to hold next time.”

    Katelyn responded coldly, “You were behind her actions, weren’t you?”

    With a sneer, Celia bluntly admitted, “So what if it was me? You’ve made our lives miserable. You deserve whateveres your way.”

    As she said this, she could hardly suppress her hatred. As a former leading designer at Adams Group, Celia should have had a promising career. But after she was let go, even the smallestpanies wouldn’t hire her, fearing they might upset Vincent.

    Vincent held significant influence in the city. Offending him meant facing severe consequences. Lacking the courage to confront Vincent directly, Celia resorted to harming Katelyn instead.

    A flicker of irony sparkled in Katelyn’s eyes. Although her lips curled slightly, the expression conveyed nothing but cold mockery—far from a genuine smile.

    “You’re in this mess because of your own greed and stupidity. Do you really think you can put all the me on me and get away with it? How absurd!”

    Celia felt these words pierce her like a dagger. Her pupils constricted, and her jaw clenched tightly.

    “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been exposed! Katelyn, you will always be my enemy. I’ll make your life miserable as long as I breathe.”

    Katelyn’s expression remained unmoved. She scoffed. “Go ahead. I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done.”

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    “Fine. Just wait and see.”

    Celia gave Katelyn a fierce re before turning and storming off.

    Katelyn stood still with a cold expression. Deep in her light-colored eyes, there seemed to be an endless abyss. No one could see clearly what she was thinking.

    Soon after, Samuel arrived and escorted her home from the police station.

    Stepping out of the car, Katelyn thanked him for the ride. She rushed into her room and immediately took a quick, hot shower. The night air had been too cold.

    She took some immune-boosting vitamins and drifted off to sleep.

    However, it proved ineffective.

    The next morning, she woke up feeling dizzy with a congested head. She touched her forehead with a hand and sighed helplessly. It was clear—she had caught a cold.

    She tossed some cold medicine into her bag and drove to work. She had already taken some medicine earlier that morning, but it hadn’t helped. Her head still felt like it was spinning heavily.

    She entered the CEO’s office, which she shared with Vincent, where he was already busy with paperwork.

    He noticed her condition right away. His brow furrowed with concern as he looked her over.

    “You don’t look well at all. Are you sick?”

    “I think I caught a coldst night after leaving the police station. I should be fine soon. I’ve taken some medicine,” she exined casually, putting her bag on the seat. Despite it being summer, she was wearing a jacket.

    Without a word, Vincent turned off the air conditioning. “If you’re not feeling well, you should go home and rest. Don’t overdo it.”

    “I’m okay, really. Just a bit dizzy, but it will pass soon.”

    She was determined, not yet ready to leave her unfinished work behind. For her,pleting her tasks was the most important thing. Besides, it was just a cold—something she felt she could easily handle.

    With that, she powered up herputer and started working.

    Vincent, seeing her resolve, chose not to press further.

    While drawing, she sniffled asionally.

    Now, a severe headache and dizziness gued her as she stared at the screen. She took a few sips of warm water and mentally urged herself to keep going.

    Engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice Vincent slip out.

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