The shareholders, seasoned veterans in the business world, quickly pieced everything together. And they couldn’t help but marvel at Katelyn’s cunning. Faced with Neil’s attempt to destroy her, she had turned the tables with remarkable precision, not only protecting herself but taking control of the entire situation. That kind of boldness and skill wasn’t something just anyone could pull off.
Katelyn rose from her seat, her demeanor relaxed and composed. She looked at them all with calm disdain.
“You can sort out your own mess. I’m no longer the CEO of Wheeler Group. I’m leaving it to you.”
Walking toward Neil, her tone sharpened as she warned him, “Don’t provoke me again, Neil. Next time, I’ll make sure there’s nowhere left for you to run.”
This time, Neil’s scheme had backfired. The oil land was still firmly in Katelyn’s control. What might have seemed insignificant to Neil in the past had now become a lifeline. The Wheeler Group had suffered losses of at least ten billion under his missteps. He had tried to outmaneuver her and failed spectacularly, bringing about his own downfall.
As Katelyn turned to leave, Neil suddenly stepped forward, blocking her path. He took a deep breath, his tone softening.
“Katelyn, let’s talk.”
She glanced at him, her patience thinning.
“There’s nothing left to discuss. You asked for my help, and I gave it. But you schemed behind my back. Do you think I’m that easy to manipulate?”
Neil had pushed her too far. Everything he was facing now was his own doing.
Katelyn made another attempt to leave, but Neil didn’t move. His cold, determined eyes locked on her as he demanded, “Just give me three minutes.”
Nevertheless, her gaze dropped to his hand blocking her way, and her voice turned ice-cold.
“Move.”
Liam, who had been quietly watching from his chair, smirked.
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“Miss Bailey, do you really think you can walk away so easily?”
The failed attempt at possessing the oil field had cost him at least a trillion in potential profit.
Katelyn’s eyes shifted to Liam, her stare as cold as steel. Without saying another word, she moved to step around them, heading for the door.
But before she could make it, Neil and Liam sprang into action, aiming simultaneous strikes at her neck and chest, targeting vital points. The shareholders, paralyzed by fear, retreated into the corners of the room, terrified they might become collateral damage.
Neil and Liam were fast—but not fast enough. They had underestimated Katelyn. As their attacks closed in, Katelyn’s body bent back with startling agility, her movements fluid as water. She dodged their strikes effortlessly.
Before Neil and Liam could recover for another attack, Katelyn was already one step ahead. With a sharp turn, she planted one hand on the floor, channeling all her strength into her legs, and kicked out. Her strike landed squarely on Neil and Liam’s legs, precise and calculated. Though it seemed light, the blow was delivered with such skill that their muscles gave out, forcing them both to their knees. Their faces contorted in pain as they knelt, the hard floor offering no mercy.
But Katelyn didn’t stop. As they struggled on their knees, she flipped herself upright with practiced ease, clenched her fist, and aimed straight for Liam’s face.
Liam, lacking any real combat experience, took Katelyn’s punch directly. Her fist landed squarely on his nose, and the sharp pain nearly knocked him out.
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