Katelyn observed the pair before her, her confusion genuine. When had she become Vincent’s wife? The situation was growing increasingly odd. Sure, she and Vincent were a couple, but marriage was not on their immediate horizon. Yet, Bertrand’s and Fiona’s behavior suggested she and Vincent were already spouses.

Noticing Katelyn’s silence, Bertrand turned to Fiona and said, “Mrs. Adams, public violence will only bring you trouble.” Vincent might not fear the fallout, but as his wife, her actions could cause him problems. Such behavior was unbecoming of a woman who had married into a high-status family. Anyone sensible would know that.

But Katelyn’s mind was elsewhere. Taking Fiona’s life wouldn’t make a difference to her, not in the slightest. But there was still one thing holding her back—she had to uncover the truth about the Ruiz family first. If she took a life here, it would only make things more difficult for her in Yata, creating problems she couldn’t afford to deal with.

Vincent and she had already taken action against the Robles family, setting their plans into motion. She was indifferent to public opinion, yet she knew the King would not approve. After all, the members of the Robles family were elite in Yata. To offend them was like offending the King himself.

As everything fell into place, Katelyn made her decision. Without hesitation, she hurled Fiona aside with a powerful throw.

Fiona’s legs gave out from the lack of oxygen, and she collapsed to the ground. Her hands clutched at her throat as she struggled to draw in a single breath. One thing Fiona knew for certain—she had barely escaped with her life.

As Katelyn’s cold gaze fixed on Fiona, she warned, “Consider yourself lucky this time. Cross me again, and you’ll be dead.”

Fiona knelt on the ground, pleading, “I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again… Please, spare me.”

After giving Fiona and Bertrand one last look, Katelyn turned and went back to her room.

As Katelyn moved away, the onlookers who had gathered began to disperse. Bertrand remained, his expression darkening as he scolded Fiona. “After everything that’s happened, you still provoked her? Your lack of sense is astounding.”

He had only tried to save her because their friendship stretched back to their childhoods.

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Fiona finally sucked in a full breath, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven gasps. With effort, she pushed herself up, one hand clutching her chest for support. Her eyes locked onto Bertrand, burning with defiance. A sneer curled her lips as she said, “You think I don’t know? The Crane family had a hand in my family’s downfall too. Don’t stand there acting righteous. Sooner or later, you’ll crash just as hard!”

While Fiona directed her anger at Katelyn, she understood that Katelyn was just the trigger. The smooth execution was really due to other families maneuvering in the background. They had been discreet enough to avoid detection, but Fiona was not oblivious to their schemes.

Bertrand’s expression turned even grimmer, yet he held his silence.

With a sharp look at Bertrand, Fiona stormed out of the hotel. She realized that if she wanted to bring down Katelyn, a direct approach would be futile. Such confrontations only put her own life on the line against a truly merciless enemy.

As Fiona walked away, Bertrand’s anger was noticeable.

That ungrateful woman! Despite his intervention, she had not thanked him once. She deserved the harsh treatment she had received.

Meanwhile, Katelyn had just returned to her room when she noticed a message from Amy on her phone.

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