The person who hurried in was Samuel.

He had been sent by Vincent to retrieve items that Katelyn would need for her painting, but he had unexpectedly received news about the bidding.

Samuel entered with a grave expression, making a beeline for Vincent.

Vincent immediately sensed something was wrong. Samuel’s somber demeanor was a clear sign that something significant had occurred.

Speaking softly, Samuel leaned close to Vincent and murmured, “It’s not good, Mr. Adams. The Wheeler Group has won the bid for the Paradise Island project, and we’ve lost.”

A sharp look flickered across Vincent’s eyes.

The Paradise Island project was a crucial venture, one he had been confident about securing.

However, with his focus on Carol’s milestone birthday celebration, he had entrusted the task to his team. Unfortunately, it was Neil who emerged victorious in the bidding.

Vincent’s expression turned icy.

As the city’s second-ranked enterprise, the Wheeler Group was a formidable competitor, and the rivalry between their companies had always been fierce. Neil had actually managed to outbid Vincent on several occasions in the past.

This victory marked Neil’s first win over Vincent since the high-profile divorce scandal.

Vincent’s eyes narrowed, while Neil met his stare, a slight smug smile playing on his lips.

Neil felt a surge of satisfaction like never before.

He knew Vincent couldn’t always outshine him. After enduring ridicule and criticism for so long, Neil savored this victory.

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With undeniable pride, Neil taunted, “What’s wrong? You seem upset, Mr. Adams. Is there trouble at your company?”

His words shifted everyone’s focus back to the ongoing rivalry between the two companies.

Katelyn turned her head, observing the scene.

Vincent’s clenched jaw and Neil’s poorly concealed elation emphasized the fresh business clash between them.

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The realization startled Katelyn, her pupils narrowing in surprise.

She had consistently underestimated Neil, who had taken the helm of the Wheeler family company during its most challenging times.

Neil’s major drawback had always been his tumultuous personal life and his tendency for infidelity.

But in the business world, Neil was flawless, proving himself to be Vincent’s strongest rival.

Katelyn had often overlooked that Neil was the president of the Wheeler Group, a company with global recognition.

Just then, Neil’s assistant hurried in.

In stark contrast to Samuel’s grim demeanor, Neil’s assistant was radiant with joy.

“Mr. Wheeler, it’s fantastic! We’ve secured the Paradise Island project!”

He raised his voice intentionally, ensuring everyone in the vicinity could hear.

The general assumption had been that Neil would falter due to his injury, yet here he was, orchestrating a stunning comeback and stealing a major project from Vincent.

The crowd around them widened their eyes, some questioning what they had just heard.

“Did I hear that right? Neil won the final bid? I thought for sure this project would go to the Adams Group.” A nearby person murmured.

“Don’t underestimate the Wheeler Group. They’ve maintained their position for so many years for good reason,” another added.

“This news is really surprising. Looks like we’ll continue dealing with the Wheeler Group. Even a wounded lion remains a lion.”

Hearing these comments, Neil felt a sense of vindication that seemed to restore the dignity he thought he had lost recently.

Katelyn looked at him with disdain.

Why did this despicable man seem so self-satisfied?

Vincent quickly regained his composure, concealing his thoughts behind his usual stoic facade.

He chastised himself for underestimating Neil’s capabilities. It was just one project—there would be other profitable opportunities.

He took it as a wake-up call, a reminder never to underestimate his competitors.

Neil’s smile widened, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

“Mr. Adams, are you surprised? The Paradise Island project is just the beginning. Our rivalry is far from over.”

Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice laced with sarcasm. “It’s just one project. Nothing more.”

Neil’s taunt became sharper. “Really? But taking it from you feels like sweet revenge.”

Vincent’s gaze deepened, unreadable. “The true victor is the one who gets the last laugh.”

“Enough!”

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