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    As Vincent’s name appeared on her phone screen, Katelyn hesitated before answering. She gripped her phone tightly and cautiously asked, “Mr. Adams, have you noticed the chaos online? Does thepany n to address these rumors?”

    Rumors had a tendency to snowball—growingrger and more distorted as they spread. What might start as a simple incident could easily be twisted into something unrecognizable. nder, after all, was a dangerous thing.

    Topics rted to Adams Group had spiraled into countless discussions.

    Vincent didn’t directly answer her question. Instead, he asked, “Has Neil figured out who you really are?”

    “No,” Katelyn responded instinctively, her mind racing as she tried to recall any possible mistakes. After a short pause, she added with confidence, “I’ve managed to deflect most of the suspicions. He shouldn’t be able to uncover my identity so easily, especially since I never signed any cooperation contract with him.”

    Katelyn emphasized herst sentence deliberately, anxiously waiting for Vincent’s response.

    She just couldn’t understand what hade over Neil—making a statement like that and involving Adams Group in yet another public rtions fiasco.

    Vincent’s voice was calm and controlled. “I’ll take it from here.”

    As he slipped his phone into his pocket and moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, Katelyn could see thete afternoon sun setting, casting long shadows across the room. The orange light illuminated his sharp, sculpted features. He gazed up at the cloudy sky, anticipating a heavy downpourter. It seemed like a storm was brewing, not just in the weather, but for Granville as well.

    His tone remained even, as if he still had everything under control.

    Katelyn didn’t press further. “Alright, just let me know if you need my help.”

    After ending the call, Katelyn leaned back on the sofa, ready to return to her sketches. However, after a moment of contemtion, she decided to send a message to Neil instead.

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    When are we going to finalize the divorce?

    Now that Lise was pregnant, she would likely urge Neil toplete the divorce with Katelyn quickly, giving Katelyn the perfect opportunity. The thought of severing all ties with Neil made her feel remarkably lighter.

    The rash decision she made years ago had led to three years filled with tears and regret. This painful experience served as a warning to all women—marriage should not be taken lightly. It was a significant decision that shaped one’s future and required great care.

    Dating should be about careful assessment and judgment. Once you realize someone is not the right match, you should leave them immediately. Otherwise, falling deeply and blindly in love could result in a painful situation like hers, where divorcing felt like peeling away half of oneself.

    Neil didn’t reply with a text. Instead, he called her directly. Katelyn hesitated briefly before picking up. She got straight to the point. “When are we going to finalize the divorce? I’d say tomorrow morning.”

    Neil’s voice was subdued, as though he was trying to contain his anger. With his words clenched, he burst out, “Do you find it amusing to toy with me? Does seeing me squirm under your maniption give you a sense of satisfaction?”

    Remembering the times he confronted Katelyn, Neil felt stupid. Perhaps all the inconsistencies he had uncovered had been deliberately leaked by Katelyn to provoke him into questioning her. Or maybe all along, Katelyn had been putting on an act, creating a persona as Iris to make him return to her. And to think he had been manipted for months by such a plot.

    Neil’s anger erupted uncontrobly, and his voice came out in sharp, venomous tones, as if each word was forced through clenched teeth.

    “Katelyn, you are nothing but a liar. How could I have taken your words seriously? How could a simple housewife like you ever be the designer Iris? You created this borate persona just to sway my decision, didn’t you? Well, I’m telling you now—it won’t…”

    Neil didn’t give Katelyn a chance to speak, quickly using her of her supposed crimes. Confused, Katelyn stared at the phone. Had Neil lost his mind?

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