Katelyn kept her eyes fixed on the flat line displayed on the laptop screen, her nails digging into her palms without her even realizing it.

She had needed just one more second. Just a single second longer…

If only she could have kept the caller on the line for a moment more, she might have pinpointed their exact location and finally unraveled the mystery that had been haunting her. To come so close to the truth only to have it slip away in an instant left her feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment.

If Sophia truly had joined the T Organization, Katelyn knew she would stop at nothing to convince her to leave.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, just as Vincent ended his call and walked back into the room. Katelyn lifted her gaze to meet his, noticing the intensity in his eyes.

“Mr. Adams,” she called softly.

“Finish your makeup. Tonight’s banquet is important,” he replied.

He offered no further explanation and didn’t mention why his expression had changed so sharply after the call.

Vincent returned to the sofa, his face still serious.

Katelyn decided not to press him for more details. The makeup artist and stylist spent the next two hours working meticulously, perfecting every detail.

After choosing from a wide range of dresses, she finally decided on a black strapless fishtail gown. It was from the spring haute couture collection, emphasizing her striking figure and making her appear even more captivating.

Her naturally beautiful face was enhanced with light makeup. Her lashes and eye makeup brought out the sparkle in her eyes. At this moment, she looked like a princess from a fairy tale—more enchanting than any imagined fairy. Her beauty seemed almost beyond belief.

Vincent found himself staring at her, unable to hide the admiration that flickered across his face. He had always known she was beautiful, but he never realized she could look so utterly breathtaking. It was as though fate had favored her in every possible way.

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Katelyn casually flipped her long hair behind her ears and picked up the matching purse that complemented her gown.

“Mr. Adams, I’m all set. Let’s go,” she said.

Vincent quickly gathered his thoughts and nodded. Samuel was already waiting by the door with the car. They arrived at the venue just as the banquet was getting underway.

Vincent handed over the invitation, and the security guards allowed them in with respectful nods.

The lights were bright and dazzling, and people moved in every direction. The banquet hall was enormous, filled with lavish decorations of gold and jewels. Guests, dressed in their finest, exchanged polite conversation, wearing warm smiles. Content originally comes from findnovel.net

This was the most prestigious gathering of power and influence. Only those ranked among the top hundred in the global corporate world had the privilege of attending. Katelyn had attended similar events before, but compared to this, they felt like small-town affairs.

She held onto Vincent’s arm, appearing today as his companion. Then, she scanned the room several times. The Earl’s nephew was nowhere to be seen.

Confused, she turned to Vincent and quietly asked, “Mr. Adams, are you certain that he’ll be attending?”

“This is the perfect place for networking and forming new alliances. He will definitely show up,” Vincent assured her confidently.

Events of this magnitude didn’t happen often. Anyone with an ounce of common sense would seize the opportunity.

Katelyn glanced around again, still seeing no sign of their target.

Vincent had already gathered a detailed profile of the Earl’s nephew and had shown it to her earlier. From the photo, the man appeared young, with delicate features and a refined elegance. His name was Dale Poulos.

With such unique features, he should have been easy to spot among the guests.

Meanwhile, many people had noticed Vincent’s presence and approached, drinks in hand, eager to exchange greetings.

Even in a foreign country, the rapid growth of the Adams Group over the years had made Vincent’s name well known in business circles.

Before long, more people gathered around, raising their glasses to toast Vincent and engage him in conversation. He held his glass and gave polite nods, occasionally offering a few words in response.

Katelyn was uninterested in these exchanges. She leaned in close to Vincent’s ear and whispered, “Mr. Adams, I’ll walk around and let you know if I spot him.”

“Go for it,” Vincent replied.

Katelyn lifted the hem of her gown and made her way toward a quieter corner.

Upon noticing a display of delicate desserts nearby, she reached for a piece of strawberry cake. Just then, she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

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