A flicker of a smile appeared in Katelyn’s eyes as she comforted him.

“Of course, I’m all set.”

The jewelry competition was a solo event, where each participant competed on their own. For this occasion, Katelyn had chosen to enter under the alias Iris. This decision was part of a strategy she had earlier discussed with Vincent, allowing the Adams Group to pursue different tactics.

Vincent’s expression softened as he responded warmly, “That’s good to hear. Make sure you get some rest. Since nothing’s pressing, I’m going to give you some time off.”

Katelyn looked at Vincent, slightly taken aback. Though her schedule at the Adams Group was generally flexible, it was the first time she was explicitly offered time off.

Considering her need to focus on her designs, Katelyn didn’t decline but instead gratefully replied, “Alright, thank you, Mr. Adams.”

Their conversation shifted to a light discussion about the upcoming jewelry competition.

Outside in the corridor, Alfy sat on a chair, visibly upset as she played with her phone, pondering whether Katelyn had finished working.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a message from her uncle.

“Take care of yourself in Granville. If you need anything, just let me know, okay?”

A smile slowly formed in Alfy’s eyes. Her uncle still looked out for her. She texted back, “Okay. Don’t worry, Katelyn treats me very well.”

Bernie responded quickly, “Good to hear that.”

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After ending the conversation with her uncle, Alfy set her phone aside.

Suddenly, she was startled by a voice.

“What are you doing here?”

Alfy clutched her chest in shock, exclaiming, “Oh my, you scared me!”

Jaxen couldn’t suppress a smile at her startled expression.

“Why are you being so adorable?” he teased, reaching out to tweak Alfy’s cheek.

Alfy slapped his hand away, visibly annoyed.

“Stop messing with my face.”

Jaxen pulled back his hand, regaining his usual poise.

“By the way,” he straightened himself and asked, “How’s Katelyn? I heard she was injured and in the hospital, so I came to see how she was doing.”

He had been preparing for bed when his subordinates brought him the news, which led him to hurriedly get dressed and rush to the hospital. As it happened, he encountered Alfy in the corridor.

Alfy looked toward the ward, her voice tinged with longing.

“She’s on a date with Mr. Adams.”

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