“Ouch!” he groaned, instinctively covering his face. When he looked at his palm, it was already smeared with crimson—his nose was bleeding. His vision blurred from the dizziness, leaving him unable to retaliate against Katelyn.

Seizing the moment when Katelyn attacked Liam, Neil, despite the searing pain in his knee, reached out with his right hand, aiming to grab Katelyn’s neck.

However, Katelyn was faster. With a swift motion, she dodged to the side, Neil’s hand missing her by a mile.

What Neil didn’t expect was for her to counter. A split second later, Katelyn mirrored his move, her hand wrapping around his neck with unyielding force. In a contest of combat skill, Neil was no match for her.

Katelyn’s icy glare pierced through him.

“Try that again, and you’ll regret it,” she said, her voice laced with chilling intent.

Neil froze. He knew she wasn’t bluffing. The threat in her eyes was unmistakable. Swallowing nervously, he stammered, “Liam, stay still.”

Liam, however, sneered at Neil’s feeble command.

“You think you can boss me around? Who the hell do you think you are?”

By now, the pain from Liam’s injured nose had dulled, and he lunged at Katelyn once more, determined to land a hit.

But Neil panicked as Katelyn’s grip on his neck tightened further. Gasping for air, he shouted at Liam, “Stop! If you don’t listen to me, you won’t see a dime of the money I promised! And don’t forget—the Wheeler Group is nothing but an empty shell now!”

When Katelyn had taken over the Wheeler Group, there were already discrepancies in the accounts. Cassie had skillfully hidden the truth by providing her with falsified statements. By the time Katelyn caught wind of it and began investigating, Vincent had stepped in with crucial documents that rendered the fake accounts irrelevant to her plans.

Liam reluctantly lowered his hand.

Neil let out a shaky sigh of relief as Katelyn’s grip eased. He softened his tone, speaking cautiously.

“Katelyn, now that the Wheeler Group has nothing to do with you, can you let me go?”

But inwardly, Neil’s mind was racing. He wasn’t about to let her walk away with the land he had risked everything for. Feigning illness, pretending to be dead—it had all been for that one piece of land, and it was still in her hands. How could he let it end like this?

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Before Katelyn could reply, a cold, commanding voice cut through the tension.

“A bunch of men ganging up on a woman. How shameless!” All heads turned toward the door.

Vincent strode in with a group of men, followed by security guards who looked utterly powerless to stop him.

Katelyn shoved Neil aside and walked toward Vincent. His typically calm eyes brimmed with concern as he asked softly, “Are you hurt?” Katelyn shook her head, and Vincent let out a quiet sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Neil, now free to breathe properly, erupted into a coughing fit. His face flushed red from the effort.

Vincent’s gaze swept across the room, cold and unyielding.

“How dare you lay a hand on one of my people?” His voice dropped an octave as he barked, “Smash this place!”

Katelyn decided to let the matter with Neil slide, but that didn’t mean Vincent would do the same.

His men promptly responded with unwavering respect, “Yes, sir!” The conference room erupted into chaos as they tore through furniture and shattered glass. Even the CEO’s office wasn’t spared. The sound of destruction reverberated through the building.

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