By the time they descended the winding mountain path and reached Katelyn’s place, it was already one in the morning.
As the car stopped, Katelyn turned to Vincent, her voice soft with concern.
“Mr. Adams, maybe you should go home. You’ve got work tomorrow, and I’d hate for this to affect your rest.”
Vincent’s daily routine was anything but ordinary.
Managing the massive Adams Group required relentless energy, and Vincent’s workaholic reputation was well-earned.
He massaged his forehead.
“I’m fine. Let’s check the surveillance first. We need to know if They were talking fifty millio arm Zoey.”
The thought weighed heavily on them both.
Injury and death were not just morally distinct, but carried vastly different financial consequences. If Zoey survived and Katelyn was blamed, the compensation would be minimal compared to the cost of her death.
For the greedy, no act was too cruel.
Katelyn nodded, stepped out of the car, and unlocked the door with her fingerprint. She led Vincent inside, where he sat on the sofa.
Katelyn rushed upstairs, grabbed her laptop, and hurried back to the living room.
She set it down on the coffee table, her fingers already flying across the keys.
Hacking into hospital surveillance systems wasn’t new to her. But the hospital where Zoey was kept didn’t have the top-tier equipment found in high-end rooms like Carol’s.
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Katelyn worked faster, and soon the hospital’s live feed filled her screen.
She adjusted the volume, and Zayden’s and Wrenley’s quiet voices drifted through.
It was late, but Zoey still lay motionless, her body heavy from the medication.
Wrenley paced restlessly around the room, stealing glances at Zoey, as if waiting for her to move.
“Do you think what Katelyn said is true? Could we really end up in jail?” Wrenley asked, her voice tight with worry. Even someone like Wrenley, from a remote village, had heard the terrifying stories of prison. The thought of constant beatings alone was enough to chill her.
Zayden, growing frustrated, snapped, “Stop scaring yourself. The Bailey family isn’t that strong. Besides, Katelyn’s been thrown out. They won’t do anything to help her.”
This was the heart of Zayden’s plan.
He believed that with no one backing Katelyn, she would have no choice but to give in to their demands.
Wrenley still looked uneasy, her hand pressed to her chest.
“I have a bad feeling. Maybe we should go back to the village. We’re in over our heads here.”
“Stop talking nonsense. We didn’t come this far just to back out without achieving anything. Zoey’s already in this mess. We got to turn things in our favor!” Zayden growled.
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