A heavy sigh escaped her, and just then, Samuel rushed into the room, holding a document. “Mr. Adams, you asked me to monitor the latest activities of several companies in Granville. I found something suspicious.”
Samuel handed over the document and continued, “Since the end of last month, multiple small companies have been bought up one after another. Based on their previous performance, they were actually thriving, yet they suddenly went bankrupt. The payments came from a foreign company.”
A cold flash of realization crossed his face as Vincent examined the document, confirming his worst fears. Langston’s sudden presence in Granville wasn’t just a coincidence. If Langston planned to grow his business empire here, he would first need to gauge Vincent’s willingness to cooperate. For more chapters visit find~novel~net
Vincent raised his gaze to Samuel, his tone icy. “Monitor his every move from now on. I want updates on anything and everything.”
“Yes, Mr. Adams.”
Katelyn, intrigued, piped up, “Are you referring to Langston?”
From the moment they first met, Langston had struck Katelyn as unsettling.
Everyone else had clear motives when they did things, but with Langston, Katelyn couldn’t find any. He blended the shrewdness of a seasoned player with the reckless behavior of a child, often acting on impulse. Especially with that charming baby face he wore, Katelyn was led to believe he was approachable. Yet beneath it, she sensed a capacity for cruelty. It was nearly impossible to figure out Langston’s true nature based on his actions alone.
“He’s more complicated than he appears. Let’s just wait. In the end, every sly person shows their true colors,” Vincent warned, his tone chilling. If Langston kept his behavior in check, he could remain in Granville. However, if he stepped out of line, a return to Chaepstow would be inevitable.
“Agreed,” Katelyn nodded thoughtfully. She glanced at her wristwatch, noting that it was nearly noon. “I need to go pick up Hades. You two can keep talking.”
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“Okay,” Vincent replied.
Once she left the ward, Katelyn hurried to change her clothes, intentionally taking a little longer to make things seem natural. After getting dressed, Katelyn made her way directly to Carol’s ward. Carol had regained consciousness, but her vitality was noticeably diminished compared to just a few days ago.
As soon as she spotted Katelyn, a flicker of light returned to her once-dull eyes, like a glimmer of hope breaking through.
“Katelyn!” she called out.
Katelyn rushed over. The ward was quiet, with only Carol inside, so there was no need to hide her identity.
“Grandma, is there anywhere you’re feeling discomfort?” Katelyn asked softly, clutching Carol’s hand tightly. Tears shimmered in Carol’s eyes, and her grip tightened in response.
Before Carol could answer, the sound of wheels rolling up to the door interrupted them.
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