Inside, her heart raced, pounding against the calm exterior she desperately tried to maintain. Could anything be harder than giving up the oil field, as Neil suggested?
Neil’s gaze was steady, his words measured. “I know what happened to Cormac. But I need a key witness to take Vincent down. I need you to testify.”
This was the moment he had been waiting for, his chance to hold Vincent accountable. Even though Vincent seemed untouchable, his power felt fragile now that lives were involved. Regardless of whether Vincent’s empire remained intact after this, it would leave a lasting mark.
Katelyn felt her heart lurch. Neil appeared confident, as if he had gathered all the essential details and only needed her to complete the picture, to bring the truth into the open.
After all, Vincent’s violent descent had begun because of her. She was the spark that ignited his dark path.
In that moment, guilt washed over Katelyn, heavy and overwhelming, making her feel as though she had betrayed both him and herself. It suddenly hit her—she had pulled Vincent into deeper trouble than she ever intended.
Her eyes and mind wandered, her expression carefully composed as she replied, “I don’t understand what you mean, and I won’t lie in court. I need another option.”
Neil’s face grew serious, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Katelyn, let’s be clear—you need my help.”
“You don’t get to choose anymore. I’ve decided that you’ll do both.” A sly, unsettling smile crept onto Neil’s lips. “Agree, and you can visit Grandma whenever you want,” he added, his voice dripping with false sweetness.
Katelyn fought to suppress her anger, rage bubbling just beneath her calm surface. She cursed him silently for his cruelty. He knew how much Carol meant to her and was using that connection to keep her trapped. This update is available on find?novel.net
Taking a slow, deep breath, she focused on staying steady. This was a game of control, and she couldn’t afford to show any weakness. Any slip would only give him more power over her.
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“You know I can’t agree to both of these terms. This is impossible. You clearly never meant to let me see Grandma,” Katelyn said, her voice steady but laced with frustration.
Neil let out a low, mocking laugh, glancing down at his legs, motionless in the wheelchair. “You left me like this, made me a pity case in this city. And you expect mercy from me?”
Katelyn clenched her fists, anger flaring inside her, but she quickly pulled it back. Then, a new idea sparked.
“You’ve always wanted my help with your designs, right?” She took a calming breath. “I’ll create ten pieces for you, no charge. It could put Wheeler Group back on the map in the jewelry world. How does that sound?”
Neil had always been passionate about this new sector in his business plan. He had invested a lot, eager for success, but it had always eluded him.
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