Malice glimmered in Ruby’s eyes, sharp and unyielding.

Lise let out a faint sigh, her voice tinged with mock sympathy.

“Katelyn has always had men fawning over her. Even Mr. Adams of the Adams Group seems quite taken with her. Such a shame, really…”

Ruby’s brow furrowed as she glanced at her.

“A shame about what?”

Lise gave a delicate shake of her head, her tone dripping with feigned innocence.

“Word has it that Mr. Adams is engaged. Though, who knows if it’s true?”

For a moment, Ruby remained silent, her expression darkening as a cold, calculating glint sparked in her eyes.

If Katelyn loved playing with men so much, it seemed only fitting to let her drown in her own games.

Noticing the change in Ruby’s demeanor, Lise said no more. Some things were best left in silence.

Just then, the door swung open, and Vincent stepped in. His dark gray suit clung to his imposing figure, radiating an undeniable authority as he entered the room. Nearly everyone in the room shifted their attention toward him.

A chorus of admiration rose among the crowd. One woman gasped, “Oh my, Mr. Adams is absolutely stunning! He’s got it all—looks, stature, and an impeccable family background.”

Her companion sighed dreamily, “He’s remarkable. Imagine the lucky woman who’ll end up with him.”

At this moment, all eyes gradually shifted toward Katelyn. After all, the buzz about her and Vincent had been trending on Twitter just yesterday. People couldn’t help but wonder if an announcement was coming soon for the two of them.

Vincent walked over to Katelyn without hesitation, offering her a cup of coffee in his usual composed manner.

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“This should help you wake up.”

Katelyn blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She took the cup from him, her voice soft.

“Thank you.”

She definitely needed that cup of coffee. Though she’d managed to sleep a bit in the car, the heaviness in her eyes refused to fade.

Neil observed their smooth interaction, a flare of jealousy igniting within him. But he kept it hidden, burying the emotion as best he could. He turned to Katelyn, his voice low and measured.

“Go ahead and handle what you need to. We’ll talk later.” Without waiting for her response, he began maneuvering his wheelchair away.

Katelyn’s brow furrowed, irritation creeping up.

Aimee let out a soft huff, clearly frustrated.

“Doesn’t he realize everyone can’t stand him?”

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