“Merely an observation,” Vincent replied casually. His gaze fixed on her more intently as a sly smile formed on his lips. “It’s rather curious, isn’t it? You and Katelyn seem to never be in the same place at once, except for that incident involving the imposter.”
Vincent’s composed manner indicated that he believed he already had the answers and was simply observing how Katelyn would navigate the conversation. Katelyn tightened her hands into fists under the table. Yet, she faced Vincent steadily, allowing a slight smile to play across her lips.
“Why does this question garner so much attention? Neil pressed on it, and now you’re doing the same.”
Her face reflected genuine puzzlement, as though the preoccupation with her identity baffled her. Vincent leaned back in his chair, legs crossed leisurely.
“Sometimes, the most straightforward approach is the key to unraveling a mystery.”
He implied that bringing Katelyn and Hades into the same room might clear the air. With a subtle smile, Katelyn spoke, her words casting a momentary shadow over Vincent’s confident expression.
“Katelyn has been quite occupied with significant responsibilities recently. Mr. Adams, if there are still uncertainties on your part, perhaps we could arrange a meeting when both Katelyn and I are available? That should clear any doubts,” Katelyn said, her voice steady, treating the matter as trivial.
A shadow of doubt passed over Vincent’s expression. Could he be reading too much into this? Yet, the coincidences and lingering questions were too numerous to dismiss lightly. He responded nonchalantly, “How about this evening? There’s a new dining spot we could try.”
“That works for me,” Katelyn responded with a slight sense of helplessness. “My schedule has been packed, leaving little room for these distractions. I hope tonight’s dinner will dispel your concerns.”
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She looked directly into Vincent’s probing eyes and asked calmly, “If I were Katelyn, what reason would I have to deny it?”
Vincent’s expression hardened momentarily. He remembered the earlier instance when he suspected Katelyn of being TS—she hadn’t completely lied but had circumstances she couldn’t disclose at the time. Might it be the same situation now? Did Katelyn harbor secrets she could not yet share?
“Very well. I’ll see you tonight.”
“That’s settled then,” Katelyn said with a hint of regret as she glanced at a display of firearms. “Unfortunately, I have other obligations today, so I must miss our shooting session. We’ll need to reschedule.”
“Sure thing,” Vincent replied casually, the location for the evening already decided by him. The restaurant was an exclusive new venue, catering to the city’s elite.
Even the most basic dishes were costing an arm and a leg. Vincent had secured a private dining area ahead of time and now stood by a vast window that offered a panoramic view of the city’s ceaseless activity below. Nighttime transformed Granville into a spectacle of vibrancy, far more so than by day. The skyline, a display of architectural affluence, lit by a continuous dance of neon colors, underscored the intense economic hustle of its inhabitants. The relentless pace of the economy had everyone on the move. Updates are released by find?novel.net
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