Katelyn, catching the scene, couldn’t hide her surprise.

She smiled and said, “I never knew Samuel was so capable. He’s not only excellent at his administrative job but also quite the fighter.”

Samuel’s reputation as the firm’s top assistant was well-earned, built on undeniable competence.

Vincent, lounging casually, remarked lightly, “I taught him those moves.”

In Samuel’s assertive posture, Vincent saw the hallmarks of his own training.

In the past, Samuel was skilled only at managing office tasks, and his physical strength was lacking.

Vincent had set a daily training regimen for him, which included building physical strength and regular sessions at the boxing gym.

Samuel and Vincent had been competitors in the ring for nearly five years, yet Samuel had never managed to beat him.

Katelyn gave a thoughtful nod.

“I see.”

The impressive kick had sparked her enthusiasm and curiosity.

She rotated her wrist, reminiscing about her last attempt to flip Vincent over her shoulder, which he had expertly countered.

It was the first time Katelyn had ever been beaten.

“Mr. Adams, Zoey’s situation seems stable for the moment. How about we have another match?” Katelyn suggested, her expression serious as she flexed her wrist. A slight smile played on Vincent’s lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“It appears you’re still bothered by our last match.”

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“Absolutely. I wasn’t ready before. Let’s try again,” Katelyn said, her voice filled with a strong sense of determination.

Her eyes scanned the room, finally resting on the wide carpet.

“Why don’t we have our match right here? We go until one of us yields?” she suggested.

Vincent leisurely unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, his smirk widening.

“Sounds good to me.”

Katelyn’s challenge was captivating, a rare occurrence.

He had no intention of declining.

The carpet in Katelyn’s living room was large. It was soft and cushioned, offering a comforting sense of security with each step.

Katelyn kicked off her shoes and positioned herself at one corner of the carpet.

“Ready?”

Vincent took his place across from her, the gleam of amusement in his eyes intensifying.

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