Vincent observed Katelyn, a wave of empathy washing over him. He offered her comforting words.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.”
Katelyn faced Vincent, slowly emerging from her initial shock. She remained quiet for a prolonged period, ultimately nodding and exhaling deeply.
Vincent chose not to press the issue further, suggesting gently, “Let’s get you home first. You can take the next few days to rest and process all this.”
Katelyn agreed, simply responding, “Alright.”
However, her hand tightened around the file without her noticing. The details surrounding Lise’s death were disturbing enough, but now it appeared there were even deeper secrets to uncover.
Silence settled between them as they braced for further developments. Suddenly, Katelyn’s phone rang. She glanced at the display; it was a call from the prison. Annoyance flickered in her eyes as she quickly dismissed the call.
Vincent caught the moment but remained silent.
Over the past three days, significant changes had occurred. The mysterious consortium that was buying up Wheeler Group shares continued their investments, now owning 65% and effectively gaining control of the company.
In response, Katelyn had invested land that Carol had bestowed upon her into the Wheeler Group. This action delayed the consortium’s acquisition progress, halting their efforts, while Wheeler Group’s stock price began to recover slowly.
Three days later, Katelyn found herself sitting in the CEO’s office of the Wheeler Group. Cassie entered with a respectful bow.
“Ms. Bailey, representatives from the mysterious consortium are on their way here, accompanied by other shareholders.”
Katelyn rose sharply, her face set in a stern expression as she clutched her pen tightly.
“Get the conference room ready!”
Cassie nodded and promptly replied, “Understood!”
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Cassie exited, and a steely gleam sparked in Katelyn’s eyes.
“So, it seems what was bound to happen is upon us.”
She quickly grabbed her phone and texted Vincent, saying, “They’ve arrived.”
Vincent’s response came immediately.
“Understood.”
Following their succinct text conversation, Katelyn left her office and made her way to the conference room.
Inside the conference room, just as Katelyn took her seat, the door opened. A group of men clad in black suits entered, their appearance exuding professionalism. The leader of the group, dressed in a black suit paired with a crimson tie and diamond cufflinks, carried an aura of distinction. Katelyn did not recognize him; this was their first encounter.
He walked up to Katelyn, offering a handshake.
“Hello, Ms. Bailey, I’m Liam Norris, CEO of the Esterlyn Consortium. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you; you are as beautiful as the rumors suggest.” His gaze was earnest, and his compliment seemed sincere.
Katelyn gave a small smile.
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Norris.”
Their words were polite, but beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension simmered, with both of them radiating a sharp, distinct energy.
At that moment, the air in the conference room was oppressively tense. The executives of the Wheeler Group were silent, overwhelmed by the imposing aura of the two figures before them, as if a word could tip the balance against them.
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