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    When one of the reporters reviewed the storage card from the camera, it became clear that the entire interview had barelysted two minutes from beginning to end.

    A frustrated remark was made. “Our goal was to gather enough material for a sensational story, but with this brief recording, we have nothing to work with. I didn’t anticipate Katelyn would be so challenging to manage.”

    More than a dozen reporters had shown up, only to be left utterly speechless by Katelyn’s answers. Every face carried a deep look of defeat.

    One of them offered a cold smile, filled with disdain. “I’ve caught wind that Adams Group and Wheeler Group have scheduled their press conferences for the same day. We can focus on stirring up drama instead.”

    After Katelyn left the office and had just walked through the door of her home, her phone buzzed. Briar’s name appeared on the screen.

    She answered the call as she entered her home. “Briar.”

    Briar’s voice, rxed and unhurried, responded, “Katelyn, I’ve uncovered something from the investigation you asked me to do. The photographer was hired by someone named Lise, who seems to be that prominent young heiress. She’s had conflicts…”

    A sharp glint appeared in Katelyn’s eyes. She had already suspected Lise, but hearing her name confirmed it. Lise was certainly someone who would go to such lengths.

    Briar’s tone remained calm as he asked, “Would you like me to take care of it for you?”

    Katelyn’s lips curled into a faint smile as she slowly replied, “No need. I will take care of it myself. I appreciate your help, Briar.” She had already decided how she would escte the situation.

    Briar responded, “Alright, let me know if you need anything further.”

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    “Thanks, Briar.” She ended the call, a contemtive look appearing in her eyes.

    The press conference was scheduled for tomorrow, and Wheeler Group would no doubt try to capitalize on the situation. Adams Group had originally set their press conference for tomorrow, and now Wheeler Group had intentionally picked the same day to stir up trouble.

    But Katelyn had a new question. Neil had only recentlye to believe that Lise was Iris. Could they have truly developed aplete design in such a short time? The Adams Group…

    The Group’s press conference was set for 10 a.m., and nearly all the media outlets in the city were in attendance. Katelyn made a point of waking up early to apply light makeup. She traded her usual casual look for a form-fitting bodycon dress, with her long hair flowing down her back.

    Her subtly made-up face looked breathtakingly beautiful.

    Katelyn went to the office first. Vincent had ced significant emphasis on the press conference, organizing it a month ahead of time. When he caught sight of Katelyn’s carefully chosen attire, a momentary flicker of astonishment crossed his face. Despite knowing Katelyn for quite some time, it was umon for him to see her dressed up like this.

    She was already captivating with her natural look, but with the addition of light makeup, she appeared extraordinarily morous.

    Katelyn meticulously checked the backup design files on theputer before stepping forward to ask, “Mr. Adams, is there anything else that needs to be prepared?”

    Vincent shook his head slightly, a subtle smile ying at the corners of his lips. “No.”

    Though a crease of concern remained on Katelyn’s brow, she nodded.

    “Today’s press conference is likely to be an intense confrontation.”

    Having spent so much time with Neil in the past, she knew all too well how vindictive he could be.

    Vincent had previously dealt a severe blow to Wheeler Group, and Neil would undoubtedly see this as the perfect opportunity for payback.

    To Neil, it was the ideal moment to strike back at Adams Group. Vincent casually adjusted his cufflinks and replied with calm assurance, “Do not worry. We will handle whateveres our way.” Hisposed demeanor implied he had everything under control.

    Katelyn chose not to add anything further.

    “Let us head to the venue,” Vincent suggested.

    Katelyn nodded in agreement and followed him.

    The press conference setup was impressive, featuring a colossal stage, arge LED screen at the back, and thousands of seats arranged below for the media and spectators. By the time Katelyn and Vincent arrived, nearly every seat was upied, and cameras were positioned all around. They entered the venue, only a half-step apart.

    Their simultaneous arrival triggered an immediate surge of gasps from the audience.

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