A sudden gust of wind swept over Katelyn, followed by Cormac’s scream echoing in the air. His body slammed violently into the wall, leaving a noticeable dent where he hit.

Katelyn struggled to open her eyes, her vision gradually focusing on Vincent, whose face was tight with concern. His bloodshot eyes reflected both fury and fear battling within him.

“Katelyn, are you alright?” Vincent’s voice was careful, trembling in a way he didn’t even notice.

He had been on the deck, handling the flattery from those around him, when Katelyn’s call suddenly interrupted him. Instead of her voice, all he could hear on the line was Cormac’s mocking laughter.

As he gazed at Katelyn’s frail form before him, his heart clenched with a mixture of pain and overwhelming relief. He silently thanked the stars that he hadn’t arrived too late. Had he been just a second slower, the outcome would have been unbearable.

Katelyn mustered all her strength, shaking her head firmly. She knew it. Vincent hadn’t betrayed her.

Had Cormac’s words been true, no matter how deep their connection, she wouldn’t have hesitated to sever ties with Vincent entirely.

Just then, Jaxen stepped into the room behind Vincent. His anger exploded as he rained punches and kicks down on Cormac, treating him like a punching bag.

“How dare you touch Katelyn? Do you have a death wish?” Jaxen’s rage burned as hot as Vincent’s.

His feelings for Katelyn went far beyond mere admiration. He regarded her as a true friend.

While he often played the carefree playboy surrounded by countless acquaintances, only Vincent and Katelyn had earned his genuine respect.

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Cormac immediately spat out blood, his disheveled appearance growing even more pitiful. His face was nearly unrecognizable beneath the tears and snot.

“I messed up! Please, I’m begging you, let me go! I’ll hand over the resort project! Just don’t hurt me anymore!”

“Are you serious? I couldn’t care less about your project!” Jaxen retorted, his voice seething with anger. “If anything happens to Katelyn, you’re fully responsible! You better hope she’s okay. If not, I’ll turn your life into a nightmare!”

Each word Jaxen hissed was forced through gritted teeth, and without hesitation, he swung another punch.

Cormac, already beaten, couldn’t even scream in pain.

Vincent cast a cold glance at the chaos surrounding him, then carefully bent down to lift Katelyn into his arms, treating her like a delicate treasure.

Katelyn felt a sharp throbbing in her head, unable to open her eyes. Vincent held her close, but despite her soft body nestled against him, it did little to calm the panic and dread gnawing at his heart.

It felt as if a thousand ants were crawling over him. He knew that if he had arrived even a second later, he would never forgive himself.

“I’ll take you for a check-up,” Vincent whispered, his voice laced with concern.

As Vincent carried Katelyn out of the room, he paused at the door, looking back at Jaxen, who was still relentlessly pounding on Cormac.

Cormac lay unconscious on the floor, sprawled out and utterly defeated.

Vincent’s voice was cold and commanding. “Keep him alive.”

He felt no sympathy for Cormac, nor did he care about the project he held. It would have been too easy for Cormac to die this way.

Cormac deserved to suffer for everything he had done to Katelyn.

Jaxen nodded, his fists still clenched. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

With that, Vincent quickly left the room.

The ship had a professional medical team on board. A team of doctors rushed to examine Katelyn, administering an antidote once they identified what had happened.

Despite their efforts, Katelyn remained deeply unconscious, not waking until the next morning.

It felt like she had been trapped in a long, hazy dream, where a soothing male voice kept calling her name. “Katelyn, Katelyn, wake up.”

Gradually, Katelyn opened her eyes. As she moved her fingers, the man beside her startled in surprise. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

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