Katelyn glanced at Vincent, momentarily stunned. Was he doing all this… for her?

Neil’s face turned a deep shade of red, either from coughing or sheer rage.

“Vincent, don’t go too far!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his fury.

Vincent stepped forward, his imposing presence towering over Neil. His tone was low, deadly.

“You went too far the moment you attacked her. This is a warning—if you try it again, the Wheeler Group will be erased from Granville.”

It was true—the Wheeler Group was already in shambles. Thanks to Neil’s actions, the company had taken such a massive hit that recovery seemed impossible.

Neil clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. All he could do now was glare at Vincent, seething with hatred. He swore to himself that both Vincent and Katelyn would pay dearly for what had happened today.

Neil, You Truly Are Shameless

It was the first time Liam had come face to face with Vincent. The air around Vincent seemed to crackle with a menacing energy, and Liam, fully aware of the tension, chose silence as his ally. Provoking Vincent at such a precarious moment would have been like poking a hornet’s nest.

For a solid thirty minutes, Vincent unleashed a relentless storm of destruction upon the Wheeler Group’s property. It left the employees pale and trembling, like brittle leaves battered by a gale.

Once his wrath had subsided, Vincent turned to Katelyn, his expression softening as he spoke.

“Shall we?”

For a brief moment, the tenderness in his voice made it hard to believe that the violent person from moments before had ever existed.

Katelyn met his gaze and nodded, resolutely avoiding any glance at Neil, Liam, or anyone else in the room. Without a backward glance, she followed Vincent out.

But just as she reached the door, Neil’s voice pierced the charged silence.

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“Katelyn, is this who you are now? So heartless that you’ll walk away while my grandmother frets herself sick?”

Katelyn’s steps faltered. She turned, her expression colder than winter’s breath.

“Neil, you truly are shameless!”

It baffled her how someone as kind as Carol had raised such a pitiful grandson. Neil’s attempt to exploit his grandmother’s well-being as a bargaining chip was nothing short of despicable. He didn’t deserve to call himself her family!

Without sparing him another word, Katelyn turned on her heel and caught up with Vincent, leaving Neil rooted to the spot. There was nothing more left for her to say to Neil. If he tried anything again, she wouldn’t think twice about shutting him down.

Her words still rang in Neil’s ears as he stood there, paralyzed. They dredged up Lise’s dying whispers, the countless sacrifices Katelyn had made for him, and the bitter misunderstandings that had driven a wedge between them.

Panic surged through him like a rising tide, threatening to drown him. Something vital was slipping through his fingers, and he feared he couldn’t stop it.

Liam, his patience visibly wearing thin, broke the silence. His voice was cold enough to frost the air.

“Mr. Wheeler, it’s time to settle our accounts.”

The Wheeler Group, once a thriving empire, was now nothing more than a hollow husk. The sixty-five percent stake he held could have been Monopoly money! Neil had agreed to give him extra money outside of the stake, so Liam was determined not to leave without getting what was rightfully his.

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