After delivering her lengthy speech, Lise let out a weary sigh. “I can’t pinpoint when Katelyn became such a stranger,” she said. “She’s almost unrecognizable.”

She maintained an air of sympathy, her eyes flicking to Rolland’s face, searching for any sign of emotion.

Lise had carefully crafted an image of Katelyn as manipulative and merciless—someone who thrived on deceiving and exploiting others. She had expected Rolland to be eager to take revenge, driven by the vivid portrayal of Katelyn’s wrongdoings.

Instead, after finishing his cigar, Rolland looked at Lise with casual indifference.

“Now leave,” he said curtly.

His abrupt dismissal left Lise gaping, her mind racing with confusion. This was not the response she had anticipated. Why wasn’t Rolland seizing the opportunity for retribution against Katelyn?

With a nervous bite of her lower lip, Lise tried again, her voice edged with urgency. “If you want revenge on Katelyn, come to me instead. I’m willing to pay any price for what she’s done.”

Rolland’s irritation was palpable. “Who said I’d be seeking revenge?”

He had spent years surrounded by women who eagerly catered to his whims, responding to his every beckoning. Katelyn, however, was a stark contrast—her presence added an unexpected spark to his life. The challenge of winning her over fascinated him.

He imagined the thrill of her scornful gaze, and the thought stirred a thrilling, almost intoxicating anticipation within him.

Lise, on the other hand, felt a wave of revulsion, as if something distasteful had invaded her senses. She was baffled by Rolland’s strange behavior. Was he really this odd? Why did he have that gleam of excitement in his eyes?

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Before she could react, Rolland’s gesture was swift and dismissive, pointing firmly toward the door.

“Get out. Now,” he commanded.

Lise took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and walked away.

Her heart heavy with disappointment, Lise believed that Rolland wouldn’t let Katelyn slip away.

Outside, she snapped photos of her injuries and used editing software to make them appear more severe. With a few quick clicks, she sent the doctored images to Neil.

Their relationship was still on shaky ground. Despite their recent trip to the shooting range together—something she had begged him for—there was no real improvement. She needed a new approach to win him back. This was her chance.

Back at home, Katelyn sat at her laptop, her fingers racing over the keyboard as she searched for any updates. A day had passed, and still, neither the elderly woman nor her son, who had been taken by the T Organization, had shown up.

The fact that they hadn’t been killed on the spot suggested that the person behind their capture wasn’t planning an immediate execution. If that were the case, they must be after something else entirely.

Still, no one could say for sure if they were alive or dead.

With the DNA test results due the day after tomorrow, Katelyn felt a pressing need to find them quickly. Otherwise, the public would forever link her to their fate.

After an exhaustive search, she was still empty-handed. It felt as though they had vanished without a trace.

She let out a frustrated sigh and massaged her temples. The frustration of being exposed while her opponents remained hidden was suffocating.

With no new leads and exhaustion setting in, Katelyn shut down her laptop and headed to bed. She needed to be at work as usual the next day.

When she arrived at the office the next morning, everything seemed normal. By midday, a crowd of employees had gathered near the entrance of her office. They were eagerly discussing something that had clearly captured their attention.

The CEO’s office was perfectly soundproofed, but even with the door shut tight, Katelyn could still hear snippets of loud conversations drifting in from outside.

Her frown deepened as she heard her name mentioned in passing. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.

She answered, and a smooth, confident voice came through.

“I’ve finally tracked you down,” the voice said.

Katelyn leaned back in her chair, bewildered. “Who am I speaking with?” she asked.

“We met just yesterday. Don’t you remember?” the caller replied, the impatience growing in their tone.

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Katelyn’s gaze instinctively moved to the window, and her eyes widened in shock as she looked out below.

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